My name is Wangyang, and I am a skin demon. The first time I met my master, he planted in me a seed called karma. My master said skin demons were cunning monsters, but that I was different because I had a mind of my own and knew who I was. I once asked my master:
“Master, if I hadn’t cultivated as a demon back then, could I have chosen to be human?”
My master only smiled. That was when I understood: my fate had never been in my own hands. My master had chosen another path for me, and it was the only way out.
“Master, I regret it. Do you?”
“Disciple, when death is closest to you, you won’t regret it.”
