I, An Lingyun, am the current leader of the Demon Cult. After an enemy ambushed me and my cultivation technique backfired, my body turned into that of a five-year-old. By chance, I was rescued by Zhuo Yang, a chivalrous man.
Later, taking advantage of the convenience my cultivation technique afforded me, An Lingyun began adopting one secret identity after another.
Five-year-old An Lingyun (innocent and sweet): “Brother Zhuo Yang, I want candied hawthorns.”
Zhuo Yang (indulgent): “All right, I'll buy you some.”
Eighteen-year-old An Lingyun (demure and bashful): “Young Master Zhuo, could you accompany me to see the flowers today?”
Zhuo Yang (diplomatic): “Uh, I can't. I have to pick up my younger sister from school.”
Twenty-eight-year-old An Lingyun (mature and alluring): “Hey, little brother, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. Want to enjoy the moon and drink with your big sister, and have some fun?”
Zhuo Yang (righteous): “No. My sister gets hungry at night, so I have to go home and make her a late-night snack.”
An Lingyun (furious): “I've got so many secret identities! Why do you only care about the youngest one?”
