The woman was barefoot, her fair ankles as white as snow. The bright red of her toenails formed a stark contrast against her slender feet.
Following the flawless curve of her ankles upward, one saw a pair of well-proportioned legs and a short skirt that barely reached her knees.
The short skirt was primarily golden yellow, adorned with blazing-sun tassels and inscriptions depicting drifting clouds. These were all designs passed down from ancient times.
Above that was her slender, perfectly straight waist, and finally, the slightest hint of curves.
The woman was no more than one meter sixty tall. She looked very much like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old high school student, and her figure resembled one even more.
The woman's gaze left Master and Disciple Shen Jia and turned toward the festive lanterns and silk ribbons hanging at Clear Moon City's gates. She nodded repeatedly, showing that she was determined to hold a grand wedding for her own dazed, foolish disciple.
With light, carefree steps, as though she were out enjoying the spring, the woman headed toward the city gates. As she passed the demons of the Demon Race on either side, she even waved at them warmly.
Every demon and human bent their waists even lower. Some did not even dare breathe loudly, afraid that their breathing might disturb her.
Do not be fooled by how the woman smiled so brightly, seeming so approachable and easygoing, like a carefree young girl.
In truth, she was Kong, one of the Twelve Demon Kings.
What she loved eating most was hearts! And what she loved playing with most was hearts, too!
Whether demon hearts or human hearts.
Kong walked up to Han, curled her finger, and tapped his chest. Then she raised her head and looked innocently at his pair of