Huorong Qing had to completely wrap herself up due to her circumstances.
Her hair and eyes were too eye-catching. If she didn't cover herself up, many people would flock towards her. Over the years, the only person Huorong Qing could get along with was Li Mengyao.
They were both, for the most part, raised together, and were very close.
"Mengyao isn't usually like this; perhaps she was frightened this time."
"It's okay, our master does possess a strong ability and talent." The sisters didn't know what else to say.
They didn't socialize much, so their conversations quickly became awkward. Fortunately, they were kept busy by the constant stream of demons needing to be hunted, making their interactions fairly enjoyable.
