Meanwhile, deep in the woods farther away.
Bai Xiao Zhao stood in the treetops, gazing toward Chu Xisheng in the distance.
She was a demon, unwelcome among humans, so the moment she was sent out of the Secret Realm, she had slipped away into hiding and come here.
Not long afterward, the woman in white who had brought Bai Xiao Zhao here also arrived.
As the woman settled onto a thick branch, her gaze was drawn to the four marten tails behind Bai Xiao Zhao.
Delight first crossed her face, then she bowed slightly.
"My lady, I expect the Imperial Court's soldiers will seal off the mountain soon. We should leave."
Their Demon Race revered bloodlines above all.
Great demons of noble blood exerted a natural pressure on all those of lesser bloodlines.
What Li Mountain Old Mother valued most was the strength of bloodlines and the hierarchy of superior and subordinate.
The woman in white possessed demonic power as strong as the fifth grade, but her Bloodline Talent now fell far short of Bai Xiao Zhao's.
After all, even the strongest Wind-Born Beast in the world had only seven tails.
"Why are you calling me 'my lady,' Sister Yu? You raised me yourself."
Bai Xiao Zhao frowned and looked over with a trace of displeasure. "In my eyes, you're like my mother, Sister Yu."
The woman in white laughed despite herself. "Those are Li Mountain's rules. We can't break them."
Yet she then reached out, seized Bai Xiao Zhao firmly by the neck, and carried her down the mountain.
"Don't go yet." Unable to see Chu Xisheng anymore, Bai Xiao Zhao felt a forlorn sense of loss. Somewhat unwilling, she struggled with all her might. "What about our fellow demons in the Secret Realm? I promised them I'd bring