Gurgle, gurgle...
The hot porridge over the stove kept bubbling, giving off waves of appetizing aroma.
Sunlight filtered through the pale blue walls forged from solid ice, making them gleam like jade and lending the place a dreamlike air.
The Little White Fox, its fur white as snow, sat atop the table, leisurely grooming itself.
The Demon Emperor was half-squatting there in deep concentration, studying the markings carved into the floor.
It looked like a human girl. Her features could only be described as exquisite, like a work of art crafted by nature itself.
Yet the most eye-catching thing was not her appearance. Unlike ordinary people, she had a pair of pointed ears.
That was right—pointed ears.
The Demon Emperor felt that he could not possibly have seen wrong. They truly were a pair of pointed ears.
A subspecies of humans?
Or perhaps some special race that had taken human form?
Or a creature that had simply been born looking like this?
The Demon Emperor did not know the answer. He had never heard of such information before, and as he pondered, he unconsciously scratched his neck.
"Little fellow, what do you mean by this?"
The Demon Emperor reached out and poked the Little White Fox.
The latter merely glanced at him, showing no other reaction.
The Demon Emperor was a little irritated, but he still patiently continued thinking it over.
"You mean that the Ice and Snow Continent in the sky is inhabited entirely by creatures that look like this?"
The Little White Fox gently nodded, confirming his guess.
"If that's the case, how do we get up there?"
What the Demon Emperor cared about most was still the original question. What he wanted most was to go up and take a look. This was the curiosity of an