The Ancient Divine Palace. A colossal turtle bore a mountain, a city resting in the sky.
The Corpse Demon trembled, but finally decided to bite the bullet and fulfill her earlier promise to act as a scout.
She let out a sorrowful cry. "Xing Lan Fairy, this Little Demon will scout ahead. If anything goes wrong, I pray you'll lend a hand. This eighty-pound bag of bones is in your hands now!"
As she spoke, her eyes danced, and she habitually shot Song Ciwan a coquettish glance.
Though a demon born from a corpse, she was graceful and enchanting, her skin like snow-white jade. Had a lecher been present, he would have been utterly captivated, his Divine Soul entranced.
Song Ciwan replied calmly, "If you scout the path, I will protect you as long as it is within my power."
The implication was clear: if it exceeded her capabilities, the demon's safety was no longer her concern.
