The scene before his eyes returned to nothingness, and the pink clouds and mist once again veiled his vision.
Lin Xuan raised his head. At some point, a look of anticipation had already appeared in his eyes.
Xiang'er, is that you?
Lin Xuan truly felt a little hopeful.
The information the Snake Demon had once described surfaced in his mind again.
There were many members of the Demon Race on the Cold Soul Ice Plain, but the Snow Fox Clan, Ice Bears, and Cold Mice stood at the head.
At first, Lin Xuan had not paid it much attention. After all, snow foxes were not some rare Demon Race. Yet now, that "big guy," that familiar tone, stirred boundless associations in his mind.
He remembered Ping'er saying that Demon Spirit Island had undergone a strange change and encountered Spatial Turbulence. Ping'er had, through a twist of fate, ended up wandering to the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces. Then if the Snow Fox Clan had decent luck, it did not seem impossible for them to have come to the Spirit World.
Based on the information he had, Lin Xuan made a conjecture. Though bold, it was absolutely reasonable.
But a conjecture was still only a conjecture. Whether it was true still needed to be witnessed with his own eyes.
Before him, the pink demon cloud began spinning round and round. Then the cloud qi drew inward, and a beautiful young girl appeared before his eyes.
She was beautiful enough to topple states and cities, to make fish sink and geese fall; like a spirit of the sea, and also like a fairy of the mountains. All the words in this world were not enough to depict one ten-thousandth of her beauty. Lin Xuan could be considered someone who had seen countless beauties,