Luan Desheng's Apprentices, Part II
The moment his cold words rang out, three cell doors opened and three people emerged.
First among them was a tall and slender figure with an ethereal presence. She had long, flowing midnight-black hair that cascaded down to her waist and eyes as dark as the abyss. Her pale skin was almost translucent. It gave her an otherworldly appearance that, when combined with her dark eyes, most would have found both beautiful and disturbing. Her form fitting dark robes were adorned with silver embroidery, which shimmered in the torch light as she walked forward and knelt down.
“What is your bidding, Master?” she asked.