You Said I Was a Stand-In for the Demon Cult, So How Did Your Massage Wreck the Whole Cultivation World's Vibe?

It felt as though she had been stuffed into a freezer sealed for five hundred years, then shoved into a dressing room reeking of artificial fragrances. Lin Xiaotang struggled to open her eyes. Her vision gradually sharpened until it settled on a huge, ornately carved bronze mirror. The surface was yellowed, its edges crawling with dark red rust like dried blood. Reflected in the mirror was a face of breathtaking beauty: arched brows like distant mountains, eyes clear as autumn waters, and a deep purple dress like the night itself. Gold embroidery at the collar shimmered with an eerie light in the faint candlelight.

“Holy shit...”