"…Ahhh!! My Spirit Beast!"
A graceful young woman, who seemed to be in her twenties and wore a rather seductive , revealing black robe, hurried out as if she had been chasing the snake for quite some time.
Her black hair was styled into elegant twin buns, giving her a youthful charm that sharply contrasted with her bold outfit, which hugged her curvy figure.
The black-and-gold embroidery on her robe did nothing to hide the cleavage between her ample, heavy breasts, which bounced lightly with every step.
But now her purple eyes were fixed on the half-pulverized beast in the hands of the white-cloaked figure.
"...Damnit! You bastard! How dare you kill my little pet!"
Yao Xin shouted vulgarly, despite her beautiful and graceful face.
Her graceful and beautiful features were twisted with anger.
That demonic snake had been her pet, one she had grown fond of and cared for over the years.
