The large room was lit with torches, providing ample light, and when the sack was untied, a slumbering young woman was revealed.
Under the flickering flames, the woman's features were refined and delicate—seventeen or eighteen years old, her skin so tender it seemed water could be squeezed from it.
"That will do, now leave us," the Clan Chief commanded.
The person vanished in an instant.
The Clan Chief released the woman's acupoints, and she opened her eyes. Startled by the sight of the masked Clan Chief before her, she jumped and instinctively recoiled, "Who, who are you?"
"The Clan Chief of the Chixia Tribe," came the deep response from the Clan Chief.
"Clan Chief?" The lady, a woman from the Southern Zhao Kingdom, lit up with excitement upon hearing "Clan Chief of the Chixia Tribe," "I'm actually meeting the Clan Chief of the Chixia Tribe?"
Her excitement was akin to that of a commoner meeting a high-ranking official.
