Price of greed (2)

"Okay then, we will start from my left going right. You will give your background and a clear, concise, and true account of events as you experienced them.

Do not deviate from the truth or exaggerate on it. I will know. Now would you please.." Yang Qing said as he pointed at the cultivator at the far left.

The cultivator in question was a lady wearing plain black robes who looked to be in her mid-thirties at the eighth stage of the core formation realm. 

She had black hair neatly tied in a ponytail without a strand out of place. She had a presence about her that made one feel like they were looking at a formless sword that would shape itself depending on what was around it.

In terms of beauty, even though, she wasn't close to Luo Meili, or Meifeng, no one would say she wasn't beautiful especially her big limpid black eyes that had a mesmerizing quality to them. It was sometimes sharp, like a sword revealing its edge and it was sometimes gentle.