Yang Jing held Yellow Foot in his arms, while his other disciples formed a circle around the child.
Yellow Foot was fair and chubby, like a doll from a New Year's painting. Sparse hair grew on his head, his arms were creased with rolls of fat, his belly was round, and his two chubby legs kicked restlessly.
His bright, dark eyes studied his master and senior martial siblings. His features bore a slight resemblance to Yang Jing's, though they were much rounder.
Yang Jing was already used to this. When Demons underwent Transformation, they instinctively modeled themselves after the humans they were closest to. Several of his disciples already bore some resemblance to him, so it was only natural that Yellow Foot would as well.
"Master, I'm hungry."
Yang Jing hadn't expected Yellow Foot's first words to be about hunger. He could only take out a Nine Revolutions Red Blood Pill and press it into the boy's hand.
