So that very night, and then again the next, and then again the next after that, she began going out.
She did not go out dressed like Yun Qingqing. That would have been pointless.
When Bai Lingling used her true form, she naturally dressed as herself, not in the miserable little style of this residence. Her clothes changed completely.
She wore the kind of robes she had once worn in the mountains beside her master, graceful, light, and beautiful, but not weak-looking at all.
Usually she chose soft layered robes in pale snow-white or moonlit silver with a deeper red hidden beneath, so that whenever she moved, a whisper of red would show like the inner glow of a spirit flame.
The red suited her. She was a red snake demon. No matter how controlled her expression became, that hint of color always made her look like something more dangerous than ordinary beauty.
