The Demon Race gathered as one to ambush and kill Song Ciwan!
The Big White Goose instantly straightened up, raised its head, and let out an angry, loud honk. HONK! HONK! HONK!
But Song Ciwan just smiled. "Thank you for the warning, Daoist friend," she said. "I'll be careful. The rabbit is ready. If you don't mind meat, why not come have a taste?"
As she spoke, she lifted the plump rabbit from the fire spit. With a turn of her palm, she produced three plates and a carving knife.
The blade was as bright as moonlight. With a flick of her wrist, slices of rabbit meat fluttered down like snowflakes onto the three plates.
The moon-bright blade danced among the fluttering slices, and for a moment, one couldn't tell which was brighter: the snow falling from the sky or the glint of her knife.
