A slight smile could be terrifying.
The sharp fangs at the corners of Bai Yujun's mouth marked her as anything but a vegetarian. Scattered diamond-shaped scales dotted her pretty face. It was not that Lord Ye and Shen Zhu did not want to run; their bodies had gone limp, leaving them without the strength even to take a step. They wanted to flee but could not. Anyone would have been scared half to death and bolted through the door.
Suddenly, their vision blurred, and the white-scaled, long-tailed girl appeared in the study.
Bai Yujun lowered her head and looked at Lord Ye, who was trembling all over while forcing himself to remain calm.
"You're Lord Ye? There are no dragons carved on the beams, no dragons painted on the cups, and you don't drink oolong tea or Dragon Well tea. There's only this painting of a white dragon amid storm winds and towering waves. Eh? Is that supposed to be me?"
Gu Yuan had once been fortunate enough to see a dragon and paint it. Both its spirit and bearing were precisely that of the white dragon from his dreams.
She could still recognize her own aura. Her eyes rolled as she recalled roaming the Shui Yun between waters and clouds in that illusory world. There had seemed to be some unlucky fellow in the dream who called himself a painter.
She glanced at Shen Zhu twice more, confirming that he was not the same person.
Hearing the Demoness's voice, Lord Ye and Shen Zhu found it gentle as water, clear and refreshing, round and mellow as pearls. She did not sound like some utterly wicked demon that devoured human bones, blood, and essence. Then they heard her muttering to herself about the painting, claiming to be the white dragon