Her face was like peach blossoms and plums in the third month, her lips like rouge dipped in blood.
At the center of her brows was a cinnabar mark shaped like an upside-down dagger. As her gaze shifted, strands of scarlet spiritual power seeped from it.
At the corners of her eyes were datura patterns drawn in gold powder, fluttering like butterfly wings whenever she blinked.
Her shoulders were like carved jade, her waist like bound silk. A scarlet magic robe cut from mermaid gauze hung loosely below her collarbones, exposing half a stretch of snow-white chest. Over her heart was a blooming black lotus tattoo.
"Little Jiu, be at ease. Since you have entered our Demon Flame Bandits, Second Sister will stand up for you."
This woman was named Qingling and was Xueming's Dao companion. Her voice seemed to hook souls and seize spirits. At a glance, one could tell she did not cultivate a proper art.
"Many thanks, Second Sister."
