Mountain winds were cold with rain.
The wind sent her skirt flapping fiercely, her long hair scattered across her pretty face.
The young man surnamed Xu stepped forward, intending to speak. Yet before that graceful figure standing immovable amid the violent mountain wind, he could not utter a word. She seemed within arm's reach, yet truly beyond the ends of the earth; an inexplicable majesty crushed his ardor until it retreated...
Bai Yujun slowly turned around, her eyes cold.
Strands of hair lay in disarray across her face. Without moving, she looked at this speck of dust on the chessboard, too insignificant even to count as an ant. Some skulking wretch in the shadows had chosen him. Bai Yujun did not know how long that person had plotted, using a spell akin to soul interference to trap this pitiful man before her.
The man surnamed Xu suppressed his fear and tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat...
Opposite him, the Mysterious Girl tilted her head.
Then several white scales of varying sizes appeared at the corners of her eyes and along her cheeks. At the same time, a translucent phantom of a fierce white flood dragon, claws and fangs bared, appeared above her head...
"Y-you really are a demon?"
The young man surnamed Xu wore an indescribable look of regret, but then he thought she was actually quite beautiful. If he truly had to give her up, his heart found it unbearably hard to let go. Two years of yearning day and night could not be forgotten.
Appearance was very important. If she had been ugly, he would probably have gone back down the mountain long ago to farm. Everyone in the world was like that.
What he had not expected was for the girl to