A swift wind accompanied by ghostly fire.
Su Ziyu sat beside Aoandon, watching the scenery rapidly receding around them, while the Great Demon occasionally turned to glance at him.
Aoandon's appearance was ethereal and unique, growing more beautiful the more one looked at her. She exuded a lazy scholarly aura with the scent of her body mingling with the fragrance of ink. Su Ziyu was very curious about this Great Demon's former identity since her elegant temperament was unmistakable, unlike the other yokai who didn't have such a strong human presence.
"Am I beautiful?" Aoandon seemed to notice Su Ziyu's gaze and turned her head with a charming smile.
"Beautiful." Su Ziyu nodded seriously and said, "You must have been a human once, right?"
The smile on Aoandon's face gradually faded.
"That lamp is very strange." Su Ziyu's gaze fell on the azure lamp, and he said slowly, "Your soul has become one with it! How did you transform into a yokai?"
"Is it because of the Hundred Tales?"
