Below the tower suddenly came the anxious cries of King Zhou: "My consort~ My consort~ Where are you?"
Clad in the dragon robe, he stumbled and clambered up the tower, with not a single eunuch by his side. The eunuchs within the Imperial Palace had all fled in panic, unable to find peace day or night.
The three demons at Xuanyuan's Tomb looked down, just as King Zhou looked up, and he cheerfully called out: "My consort, why are you up so high? It's dangerous, come down quickly."
The ethereal voice of Daji reached out: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your deep affection, but I am not Daji. Prime Minister Bi Gan was right; indeed, we are all demon spirits."
As her voice fell, Daji's body feebly fell backwards, and a fox demon stood in the distance, with three thousand strands of white hair draping her shoulders, fox ears atop her head, and abundant fox tails behind her. A vermilion mark graced her forehead, brimming with alluring beauty.
