But just ten seconds later, suddenly, a group of people are swiftly approaching him from afar, holding torches in their hands.
As they got closer, Yang Xiao saw clearly that the leader was a strong woman with a knife scar on her face, looking hard to deal with. Yang Xiao remembered her as someone who served the female pavilion master, who trusted her a lot.
However, in the middle of the group were several crying exotic men. Upon closer inspection, Yang Xiao recognized them as those offered by the envoy.
"Lady Jiang Han, by order of the pavilion master, these men are handed over to you. The pavilion master wants you to train them, and once they're trained, you'll serve together," the strong woman said coldly, her voice rougher than a bull's, looking more manly than Yang Xiao at first glance.
Yang Xiao's head buzzed; he didn't want to train men, he had no such perverse hobby, as he was a young man of the new era.
