Maiden Hong, true to her name, floated in mid-air with her dress swaying gently with the breeze, a crimson like blood, casting a strange and penetrating glow against the pitch-black night sky.
Hou Yuxiao tilted his head slightly to look up, and a hint of discomfort immediately surfaced in his eyes, for beneath his gaze, Maiden Hong, bore the serenely peerless face of Sikong Yue.
After first seeing Maiden Hong at the ruined temple, he had also specifically looked through some ancient texts for this matter and now understood why this was so.
In this world, demons are born from resentments, taking myriad forms, most adept at stirring the obsessions in people's hearts. The more powerful the demon, the more so it is. Therefore, Hou Yuduan, Hou Yujie, and he each saw a different Maiden Hong.
Hou Yujie, having been crippled and developed a cruel and murderous character, had only revenge left in his heart, so on Maiden Hong, he saw a face without features.
