Wang Ping waved his hand, dispersing the cold wind howling across the mountaintop. His hearing sharpened. He wondered if he had misheard, but a quick review with his Primordial Spirit confirmed he had not.
'This is impossible!'
It was Hu Qianqian's voice. As she spoke, the fluffy tail wrapped around her waist stood straight up, its fur bristling. "You don't have a single trace of the Demon Race's bloodline in you."
After her involuntary outburst, she twitched her ears, wrapped her bristling tail back around her waist, and bowed to Wang Ping. "I have been rude, Master. I am ready for my punishment."
Wang Ping gave a slight wave of his hand. It wasn't just Hu Qianqian; he had nearly lost control of his own emotions as well.
Yu Lian descended from under the eaves on a cloud and circled Xuanling twice. Her vertical pupils scrutinized him before she spoke, "I don't see anything special about you!"
