Summary
Chapter 0 When Master brought me back to the sect, the entire place erupted in cheers and celebration-everyone, that is, except for Senior Brother. He was convinced I was a demon and was determined to strike me down with his sword. Weeping, I clung to Senior Brother’s leg, using every ounce of my being to swear through my tears and snot that I wasn’t a demon. Yet his face remained dark, completely unmoved by my display. He pulled out the Demon-identifying Mirror and shoved it right in my face. While my heart hammered with anxiety, I took the opportunity to admire my own beauty in the reflection. “Senior Brother, where would you ever find a demon as pretty as me?” He let out a cold sneer, sheathed his sword, and turned away, leaving me with nothing but the sight of his haughty back. “Your imagination is certainly prettier than your face.”