Her fragrance needed no adornment, her face no powder; bright eyes full of charm, a peerless figure of radiant grace.
Bai did not like rouge, powder, or such things. Smearing them on her face felt strange, and she was not fond of perfumes either. Those bizarre scents always made her want to sneeze.
It was an instinct belonging to snakes. Strong fragrances interfered with her ability to distinguish smells. Even though she had already taken human form and reached the Seeking the Way Realm, instincts were not something that could be changed simply because one wished it.
Just like how she usually liked to hold chunks of salt and lick them, or soak in water.
There was no need to change. Taking human form was merely for convenience. A demon was a demon. She had always remembered struggling to survive in the rainforests of the Southern Borderlands when she was young. If she even forgot where she came from, then how would she be any different from those people who abandoned their families and children for fame and fortune?
She picked up her dried umbrella, opened it, and stepped into the drizzling rain, ready to go out for lunch.
"Miss Bai has come again. Please, have a seat."
The noodle shop owner was very welcoming. He wiped the table several more times, remembering this girl who looked like a fairy very clearly. She had already visited several times. Just two days ago, her breathtaking beauty had drawn trouble—several hoodlums had not only spewed obscenities, but had even tried to get handsy.
Yet before the indignant diners could step in to help, the girl in white had snapped their legs and thrown them out. They had not even seen how she did it. Only the wails outside reminded them that none