A Catfight

The eleventh person was a woman, and she was beautiful in an impossible and incomprehensible way. The six female servants of the Forbidden Valley were not ugly, and their years of cultivation and consuming valuable herbs had enhanced their beauty. 

If they stood near the most beautiful women of the secular world, they would stand out. 

But when they stood next to this unknown person, they looked like the commonest of pheasants before a phoenix. 

Abaddon looked at the woman with narrowed eyes. 

"You are the python's daughter." He said.

The gorgeous lady smiled and stepped forward from behind the group of servants. She curtsied with grace, bowing her head slightly with great dignity. She straightened her back gracefully before speaking.

"Your Majesty." She said. "I am indeed Pythia's daughter, Shekansha. Forgive my intrusion."