Ye Qingtang immediately put Little Heavenly Demon and Little White Tiger down and drew out her dagger. Without any hesitation, she peeled off the skin of the dead fiendish demon.
Purple blood oozed out of the demon's wounds, bringing with it the unique stench of a fiendish demon.
Even so, Ye Qingtang did not turn up her nose at it. She spread the demon blood all over her body. That blood had a rather strange characteristic. It disappeared from her body after some time, but that demon smell remained.
Little White Tiger sniffed at her. If it had not seen what Ye Qingtang just did, the smell alone was enough to convince it that she was a fiendish demon.
"How is it?" Ye Qingtang asked Little White Tiger.
"You smell exactly like a fiendish demon…" Little White Tiger answered truthfully.
