The woman in the red dress, her hair pulled back in a silver ponytail, was not only statuesque but possessed a complexion of such porcelain whiteness that one glance at her was enough to leave an indelible impression.
"Everyone, do not panic!" she declared, her voice ringing out. "My Young Master has said that all expenses incurred here today are on him. As for those wretches who have no sense of their place and dare to disturb the festivities, they shall meet only one end: death!"
Standing on a raised platform, she looked down at the Two Elders of Xuanming with a gaze filled with arrogance, as if nothing in this world were worthy of her notice.
Chapter 138