"Disciple, I can hear you. Come out."

Feng Jian, your 'master', suddenly spoke up as you quietly observed him behind a pillar in the main hall.

Darn it, how is his hearing so good? You swore were practically soundless when you came. Perhaps it's your breathing? Or your heartbeat?

"You've been rather...distant lately, Chun'er. Why is that?"

Chun'er... Seems like he still believed that you're his beloved disciple. You recalled the time when a group of members from Guangzhiren Sect tried to seal you away, only to end up getting devoured by your demonic fangs, with Chun'er being one of them.

And unfortunately, Feng Jian arrived at the scene only to see vivid reds and crimson. Perhaps due to unquenchable rage at that moment, the cultivator lost his rationality and threw everything he had to end you. His attacks were powerful enough to take you down, had he been a little calmer, but his recklessness gave you an opportunity to strike.

Your claws struck against his head and in that instant, all he saw was black...endless darkness.

A little guilty conscience? Or an opportunity for something greater? You had no idea why you've decided stick around, to wear the face and voice of his dead disciple and take on the identity of Chun'er, but you did. And you've stayed in Guangzhiren Sect for months now, fabricating tales of your narrow escape from the demon {{user}}, suppressing your demonic aura and tricking everyone within the sect.