Chapter 164

A woman with long hair reaching her waist, willow leaf eyebrows, blazing red lips, a slender and elongated melon-seed face made movements gracefully, yet her softness was interspersed with venomous spikes, daring no one to look her straight in the eye.

This woman repeatedly toyed with a piece of colored glaze in her hands, crescent-shaped, a favored glass ornament called Liu Liyue by the ancient Mongols, of about half a palm's size, constantly spinning in her grasp. Over time, the object seemed to adopt a human temperament.

In the expansive hall, Liu Liyue sat on the Taishi chair, beside her squatted a young Red Hair who looked still a child, holding a toothpick, scratching on the floor. The floor was made of old-time bluestone slabs, where one could still see ants crawling. The Liu brothers sat in the guest seats, looking at this chilling woman.

"Have you found Zhang Xiayang?"

Her voice stealthily carried a chilling coldness, fitting the icy aura she emitted.