She waved into the air, and eight more young women flew out.
Everyone looked on. These eight young women were dressed the same as the previous four, all wearing green linen tunics.
Their faces were expressionless, their hands clutching gleaming swords. They glared at the newcomers with fierce anger, ready to tear them limb from limb.
Xue Mei, the woman in the wheelchair, watched these eight, a cruel smile on her lips.
These are the Xue Slaves I've nurtured, she thought. These eight are much stronger than the previous four. This time, they will certainly kill this group of people. Every generation of the Saintess is allowed to train eighteen Xue Slaves. When Xue Xin left, she took those eighteen Xue Slaves with her. These eighteen, I trained myself. The Saintess's seals are all in my hands; who from the clan would dare say no?
"Kill them!" Xue Mei ordered the Xue Slaves harshly.
