Life is not easy, Grace Carter sighed. She just wanted to peacefully play the role of a wicked supporting character—why was it so difficult?

Shanyin Ghost Mother, what am I supposed to do with you, you mischievous little demon?

“What are you thinking about, miss?”

Lily Warren poured her a cup of tea, her laughter gentle: “Could it be that you find Lily Warren boring?”

Grace Carter stared blankly ahead. “Yes.”

The woman in the yellow dress beside her twitched at the corners of her mouth, but quickly replaced it with a smile. “Lily Warren is devoted to you, miss, yet you only think about those sisters who haven’t come. It’s truly heartbreaking.”

“Since I chose to let Miss Lily Warren into my room, it means I fancy you.”

Grace Carter was still pondering how to deal with the Ghost Mother, perfunctorily spouting nonsense to her. The woman in the yellow dress smiled at her words, but in the next instant, her smile froze.

That shameless, roguish girl said with a straight face, “But liking you doesn’t conflict with liking those other sisters! I am a cultivator, pursuing great love in my heart. You and the sisters are all part of the myriad things in this world—I like all of you, isn’t that only natural?”

By the Xuanjing mirror, Skyson nearly spat out his tea, listening as she continued, “I like you all, selflessly, in accordance with the Dao. Since that’s the case, why can’t the sisters selflessly love me in return?”

The woman in the yellow dress’s face twisted, forcing a smile. “My affection for you, miss, truly has no selfishness.”

“Liar.”

Grace Carter glanced at her, speaking without pause, all in one breath: “If you like me, you should find ways to make me happy. If I can’t be with the other sisters too, I won’t be happy—isn’t that contradicting what you just said? Sister, it seems you still don’t understand the great love of us sword cultivators.”

At these words, even Lily Warren, who considered herself a demoness, was completely stunned.

Shameless, huh? Shameless? What kind of ‘great love’ is this? To make two-timing sound so pure and refined… What kind of people are you sword cultivators?!

Lily Warren was left speechless by her, anger rising in her heart.

This little brat called herself a “sword cultivator,” but judging by her frail figure and careless attitude, she probably wasn’t that tough to deal with. Rather than listen to her babble on, it’d be better to just finish her off and eat her.

She made up her mind and was about to act, when suddenly Grace Carter said, “Let me tell you a secret.”

The girl stepped closer, lowering her voice: “I am a disciple of the Xuanxu Sword Sect. I saw long ago that you’re a demon.”

Actually, Grace Carter didn’t want to reveal her identity so directly.

This woman was clearly about to attack her. If she knocked her out or killed her now, the Ghost Mother would definitely notice.

But she hadn’t figured out how to deal with that monster yet, so she could only stall for time.

Besides, she needed more information, and had to get it from this demoness.

Lily Warren was briefly stunned.

Then she simply dropped the act, her face full of murderous intent as she rasped, “Nonsense! The Xuanxu Sword Sect is full of powerful sword cultivators—how could it be a little girl like you!”

Grace Carter formed a hand seal with one hand, easily blocking the gust of energy she sent her way. “Nonsense? My strength far surpasses yours. There’s no need to waste time lying.”

Her spiritual energy was deep, and her cultivation was indeed much higher.

Lily Warren’s attack was blocked effortlessly. She knew she was no match for this girl, but with no one else around, she couldn’t call for help.

A demon in the hands of a sword cultivator was doomed. She gritted her teeth and came up with a plan.

The little girl looked inexperienced, and her human-skin mask made her look weak and pitiful. If she made up a story, claiming she was forced by Lady White Bone—

She never expected that just as this thought flashed through her mind, Grace Carter sighed beside her, “I came to Zhaixing Pavilion this time to eliminate the great demon that feeds on human blood. Sister, you look so frail and kind-hearted—you must have been forced by that monster, right?”

Lily Warren: …?

Wait, how did she steal my lines?

After a brief daze, the demoness sneered inwardly.

This fool must have seen her delicate beauty and pitiful appearance, and imagined a story of a weak girl being forced—how ignorant.

Just as she wanted.

So Lily Warren immediately replied, “Exactly! Lady White Bone forced us to come here and entertain guests, or she’d wipe us out. I had no choice.”

Sure enough, Grace Carter looked very pleased.

Hmph, this stupid sword cultivator thinks she’s seen through the tricks of the house, and is so happy about it.

She thinks she’s on the second level, not knowing Lily Warren is one step ahead, already on the third.

Grace Carter nodded righteously. “What’s really going on in this building, could you tell me a bit?”

“We were originally demons from the mountains, forced here by Lady White Bone to absorb the spiritual energy and blood of mortals.”

Lily Warren said, “The faces of the girls here are all made from beautiful human skin, to better win the guests’ hearts.”

Truly a naive young disciple—there was a hint of fear in the girl’s eyes. “Are the masks made directly by peeling off human faces?”