Ye Zhen, Sun Ba, Zhu Hong, Hu Qingtong, and the others racked their brains for the better part of a day, yet still could not figure out what exactly Black Cloud Great Sage intended toward Hu Qingtong.
That was right—Hu Qingtong was indeed beautiful, and her bearing was one in ten thousand.
But the problem was, among the Demon Race, especially the Fox Clan, beauties were everywhere.
Over these past few days, Ye Zhen had seen several beauties in the Fox Clan whose looks were no less than Hu Qingtong's. If there was one thing in which Hu Qingtong surpassed them, it was her temperament.
But if one claimed that Black Cloud Great Sage had fallen for Hu Qingtong after seeing her only once, that was absolutely impossible.
Not to mention that Hu Qingtong had a child, with Black Cloud Great Sage's status, what kind of beauty could he not find in the Demon Race?
Besides, although Black Cloud Great Sage was the Black Tiger King's third son, he himself was already several thousand years old.
At that age and with that status, let alone beauties he had met, he had likely slept with tens of thousands. There was no way he would be bewitched after seeing Hu Qingtong just once.
After pondering for a while, Ye Zhen suddenly took out paper and brush and began drawing on the spot. With a few strokes, a portrait sprang vividly onto the page.
"Qingtong, take a look. Was this the Fox Clan Demon Marshal who suggested that you show some appreciation that day?" Ye Zhen asked, pointing at the portrait he had just drawn.
After one glance, Hu Qingtong looked astonished. "Eh? Big Brother Ye, how did you know? He was the one who suggested it."
"This man is Black Cloud Great