At the edge of a cliff, a lovely girl hovered in the clouds, with fluffy fox ears atop her head and nine large tails behind her.
"An immortal?"
"A monster?"
Yu Yan sat cross-legged on a cloud that resembled a bunch of cotton, observing the three oddly-dressed people and said, "My name is Yu Yan, and I am a maidservant to the king. I can't quite be considered an immortal, and of course, I am not the kind of monster that lives on human flesh. I am a spirit of heaven and earth."
"And who might you be?"
By this time, the morning sun had just risen.
As usual, Yu Yan would have come to the summit to gather herbs for alchemy, but today she had stumbled upon three strangely dressed humans who seemed exceptionally weak.
How weak, you might ask?
About the same as mortals.
But the mortals of Huaguo Mountain could not be compared with those from other realms. Yu Yan had never seen such weak creatures before.
