Thousand Miles in a Thought

Early the next morning, Ye Ling returned to Barren Island with her personal guard. Yu Shang, radiant and glowing with satisfaction after being thoroughly nourished, was already standing there waiting for her.

Though Ye Ling was young, she could recognize that complexion.

When it came to matters involving her brother, she was always exceptionally observant.

Whenever Master emerged from a room after spending the night with her brother, she often looked like this too, with a different kind of charm lingering at the corners of her eyes and brows. At times like these, Master's temper was usually gentler and softer; she would lower her brows and yield to her brother more readily, and even treat Ye Ling with several more degrees of kindness...

This feathered woman looked so honest and guileless, but she knew how to sneak a bite too...

What did that faint bruise inadvertently exposed on her neck mean...? Had she and Brother fought even more fiercely than Master did?

The look in Ye Ling's eyes as she watched Yu Shang changed, and admiration rose naturally within her.

Sure enough, people could not be judged by appearances. As expected of those of us with wings—we really were different from those four-legged ones. Mm.

Yu Shang was brimming with a sense of duty, leading the group through the air with a serious expression. How could she have known what this little snake was thinking... If she knew Ye Ling actually used this sort of thing as the standard for judging whether someone was impressive, she would probably have fallen straight out of the sky into the sea.

But at this moment, she had already begun to feel that this Rift Valley Demon City delegation was rather unreliable...

Just listen to what they were saying behind her:

"Waaaah, this feathered