The Spirit Deer Clan was different from the demon foxes. The demon foxes had many Fox Clan branches, while the Spirit Deer Clan was a single race, with the same bloodline and appearance.
These spirit deer were slender and graceful, the lines of their backs flowing smooth as drifting clouds. A snow-white undercoat was covered in fine pale-silver down, giving off a pearl-like softness beneath the light, while the tips of their fur were occasionally flecked with faint golden glimmers like shards of stardust.
Their almond eyes were clear and bright as glass, their pupils a light amber, the corners of their eyes tinged with a faint pink flush, as if holding spiritual charm. Their limbs were fine yet steady, their hooves pale pink and translucent, and when they stepped down, it was as though they were touching upon specks of glowing dust. Their tails were short and fluffy, with a tuft of silver fur at the tip; when they swayed lightly, they seemed to brush through a gentle breeze. Their entire bearing carried an elf-like elegance, pure, lively, and refined.
The spirit deer who had not taken human form were like sprites beneath the moon, while the spirit deer after transformation were like fairies in the forest.
All of a sudden, a large herd of spirit deer entered the Yang Family Blessed Land, and many people looked at these fairies and sprites with faces full of wonder and delight.
From their eyes, one could see their fondness and admiration for beautiful things.
Even Yang Zhengshan, looking at the lively spirit deer one after another, could not help revealing a faint smile.
Such exquisite, beautiful spirit deer.
While everyone was sizing up the spirit deer, the spirit deer were also looking curiously at everyone. Only, hidden within that curiosity were