"Father, look at me. Am I pretty?"
Before Ye Zhen, a beautiful young girl in a green water-silk dress danced gracefully. Her waist was slender, her hair jet-black, and spiritual energy overflowed from her entire body.
Her hair flew in the wind, her green dress arced like a rainbow. She was like a green elf; one glance was enough to make it impossible to look away.
"You... you're Little Demon?" Ye Zhen asked an incredibly foolish question. "You... how did you become like this?"
Thinking of the thirteen Ancient Giant Spirit Tree Demons who were Little Demon's true parents, each one broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, like a giant, Ye Zhen simply could not connect Little Demon's image with theirs.
Still, Ye Zhen understood the reason. Little Demon's appearance had been condensed from the aura of the Primordial Mirage. It was not her true form.
"What, Father doesn't like it?"
"I condensed this phantom body according to Father's preferences. Isn't this the kind of appearance Father likes most?" Little Demon said.
Ye Zhen was rendered completely speechless. He did not even know how to continue the conversation.
"Little Demon, it's not that I don't like it, it's just..."
"You may not like it, but I do! I love girls like this! Even if it's only a phan—" A four-legged monstrous snake with a single horn on its head suddenly pounced forward from beside Ye Zhen's feet, diving straight into Little Demon's embrace.
But before it could reach her, green light flashed, and countless fine vines bound the four-legged monstrous snake formed by the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit until it was stiff as a board. With a bang, it dropped to the ground.
"Damn it, tough girls! I hate tough girls the most! But when there are no girls around, tough girls are