The richly-dressed woman stared blankly at the scene before her, the Lord Sangji she admired was looking at her with a strange expression. He knelt beside a wooden box with one hand inside it. From her angle, she could only see him pulling out... a hand!
She was so frightened that her face turned ashen; the hand was clearly a woman's hand, with slender, delicate fingers, yet its skin was gray and colorless, the nails tinged with a faint blue, unmistakably a dead person's hand!
She couldn't see everything inside the box, but from its size, a whole person couldn't possibly fit, unless it was a dismembered corpse!
"Who allowed you to come in?" Sangji's face was cold enough to freeze, where was the approachable, gentle, and elegant look he usually had?
"I, I didn't see anything." The richly-dressed woman was an aristocrat of the Barbarian Tribe. She must have had some intentions coming to find Sangji at this time and quickly realized she had angered him.
