"Grandma" was a respectful term for an elderly woman, but wealthy households also commonly used it to address a mistress or favored concubine. This Grandma Rabbit looked young, and wore a silk dress that only rich families down the mountain could afford. Clearly, she was the mistress of this place, no ordinary lesser demon.
Lord Tiger certainly knows how to enjoy himself. A little white rabbit waiting on him must be much easier on the eyes than some hulking tigress.
Li Ling had always found the Demon Race a remarkable race. With a hundred beasts came a hundred kinds, all differing in bloodline origins, temperaments, and customs. Developing a shared culture and cultivation methods was a hundred times harder than getting all the humans in the world to unite as one loving family.
Senior experts had studied the matter and concluded that the humanoid Dao Body was like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea: different paths led to the same destination. Once tiger demons and rabbit demons achieved success in cultivation, both possessed Dao Bodies and could naturally become mates. Even romances between humans and demons rested on this principle. Still, seeing half-transformed demons who retained rabbit heads getting tangled up in such affairs was truly something he could not admire.
It was not as though Li Ling had no dealings with demon cultivators. But honestly, the mermaids and shell maidens he was used to seeing were far more alluring and beautiful than ordinary human women. None were uncivilized creatures with fish heads or trailing octopus legs, like shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Whatever the circumstances, however, the situation before him had given Li Ling an opportunity.
He casually cast a veiling technique, strode brazenly past the Demon Soldiers at the entrance, and walked inside.
Afraid of triggering the