Baihua Fairy was in despair. Her whole world had turned gray, and she felt like a pitiful slip of paper, tossed and trampled by a raging storm.
She never would have imagined that she, a mighty Deep Mountain Great Demon, would be run down by a swarm of Low Rank snakes.
Looking back over hundreds of years, she had cultivated from a simple lily into the Baihua Fairy of the Yaoling Mountain Range—a figure all demons greeted with reverence.
She'd had countless suitors, leaders from powerful races, yet now, she had fallen to the pitiful state of being hounded by a pack of Low Rank venomous snakes.
It was truly a case of a tiger stranded on open plains being bullied by dogs. In her case, it was snakes. First, she was bullied by the big snake, and now she was being bullied by the small ones.
