A figure in white approached slowly, noble and graceful, her bearing proud and solitary, with an immortal beauty and tenderness beyond description. Her chilling gray eyes occasionally gave off a detached glimmer, dim yet hiding a cold gleam. On her snowy collarbone was the faint mark of a stunningly bewitching white lotus, captivating to behold and mesmerizing to the soul. Long silver hair flowed behind her light gauze dress, trailing like a thousand-foot streak of white light. She was flawless as porcelain, with the bearing of an immortal. And yet she was a thousand-year-old fox, the demon race’s fated supreme ruler.
