Whoosh!
The slender red jade tobacco pipe was gently held by crimson lips; suddenly, it exhaled a faint wisp of smoke.
The smoke swirled, transforming into three-tailed white fox, its long tails like a cloak, lingering around the Nine-Tailed Great Saint.
"Hehe…"
She was dressed in gorgeous, dignified apparel, yet the hem of her skirt was torn open all the way to the base, revealing her pale, slender legs that resembled ivory.
Her snow-white feet bore no shoes, displaying the cinnabar red polish on her nails.
"These alien races really think that by taking out a bit of their broken copper and iron savings, they can match the heritage of our three clans? If that were so, they wouldn't have nearly been annihilated…"
