Soon, it was daylight, and the mountain of teleportation was warm, with gentle breezes and bright sun. The little demon girl who had killed people didn't leave; instead, she kept mumbling to herself all night long.
People came from the foot of the mountain, and surprisingly, it was a whole group. As the little demon girl saw the group from below, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, because the group from below were all Daoist Masters, with the weakest at an entry-level cultivation and the strongest being an exceptional Daoist Master!
"This is interesting, so many strong ones!" The little demon girl said while quickly taking out a small mirror, a red paper, and some rouge, and began dolling herself up!
She was already very pretty, with a figure and looks that were simply stunning in the human world. Especially, her skin was fair, tender, and smooth, and she was so young.
At sixteen, she was at the prime of youth, precisely the age to stir impulses among men.
