Xu Chang'an transformed into his human form, his face a picture of perfect innocence.
"What, does the Peacock King not believe me?"
"The Demon Emperor's demonic might is overwhelming. Naturally, whatever you say, goes!?"
"Now that doesn't sound like the Peacock King of legends, famed for her unmatched domineering presence! Between you and I, we have the bond of Dao Companions. How could I possibly move against you!"
As he said the words "Dao Companions," Xu Chang'an's gaze lingered on Chu Xianyi with deep meaning.
Her hands were like tender shoots, her skin like polished jade; her neck, elegant; her teeth, perfectly aligned. She had a fine forehead and delicate brows, a captivating smile and enchanting eyes.
During their life-and-death battle before, he hadn't had the luxury—or the inclination—to appreciate her beauty. Now, however, he could take a proper look.
