Servant

The next morning.

At the bottom of the mountain peak where Ling Xian resides, a lady appeared.

A lady with absolute charm and dazzling beauty.

The lady was around the age of 20, she had a delicate visage and a curvy body. She wore a long white dress, and though she showed up here today without makeup, her beauty was still enough to overtake a nation.

She was the Demonic Fairy.

As someone who never breaks her promises and keeps her word, she came over to be Ling Xian’s servant in order to fulfill the bet she made with him.

At this very moment, the Sun was beginning to rise from the East, shedding down golden rays of light that emphasized the beauty of the mountain peak. This place looked like a place where only Immortals would live.

The way the Demonic Fairy stared at the little house built on top of the peak was pained and complex. It seemed like she really did not want to climb up there.