A dilapidated temple outside the capital of Huawu Country.
A campfire crackled, its dim light illuminating the faces of the women gathered in a circle. Their expressions were grim, and their clothes were stained with the fresh, pungent scent of blood.
Sitting in their midst was a woman in a rich crimson robe. Her features were delicate, yet her phoenix eyes held not a trace of emotion. Even while huddled around the fire, the group remained on high alert, gripping their swords and spears like coiled vipers.
Chapter 224