The night in Qilin City was lit up by a grand hall, whose decor resembled that of an ancient imperial palace.
In the central throne, a woman sat squarely in the middle. Though she wore very modern clothes, she had a maid's bun from ancient times and a red mole between her eyebrows.
But at this moment, the woman's round face was as frosty as ice.
She was Xiao Qin, a minor maid from Medicine King Valley.
To the lower side of Xiao Qin sat several black-clad individuals, who were Chu Guang's men. At this time, they bowed their heads, barely daring to breathe, as if they were terribly afraid of Xiao Qin.
"Useless!" burst out Xiao Qin's angry voice.
The black-clad men shuddered, their heads dipping even lower, unable to meet Xiao Qin's gaze.
Though Xiao Qin held a low status within Medicine King Valley, she possessed terrifying power in secular society.
At this time, Xiao Qin clenched her fists, her forearms trembling slightly from the pain in her heart.
