Nine-Tails, dressed in a flowing purple immortal robe, drew the eyes of many demon immortals as she walked toward the simple camp tent. Every so often, a demon would leap out to curry favor, and some even cast lingering, flirtatious glances her way. Nine-Tails swayed her purple nine-tailed fox fan, making a grand show of her arrival before finally reaching the front of the tent.
"White Tuft, how is Fairy Jian?" Nine-Tails asked languidly.
White Tuft, having nothing better to do and unable to enter the tent, had been busy practicing his shapeshifting. He had just transformed into the likeness of Jiang Yang when Nine-Tails caught him red-handed. Confused, he looked down at himself, then at the real Jiang Yang standing nearby, wondering how he could have possibly given himself away.
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