Bab 85: The Demon Princess

[Fu Mei: Look up.]

As per her instructions, Xuan glanced up. And sure enough, not too far away, perched on top of the ledge of a tall cliff—stood a cute demon girl, smiling mischievously as she stared lovingly downwards at Xuan. She wore black combat robes that contrasted with her long silver-white hair, and carried a large scythe as her weapon—befitting for a demon princess.

Spotting Xuan's gaze, she waved slightly, before hopping down the tall cliff without a second thought. Casually, she glided through the air like gravity didn't apply to her small body, and before long, she landed in front of Xuan with a smile.

"Well, father? Does my appearance surprise you?"

"No, not really," Xuan replied, completely unamused. "You look exactly like how I expected—like Fu Yao, except shorter and a far smaller bust size." 

The 'far' part was unnecessary, but he spoke only the truth. Fu Mei didn't seem to be offended, however, and instead smiled wryly.