A sweat drop made its way down my back. However, I steeled myself and showed off a cold expression.
"You aren't-" the f*ck was his name again?
Thankfully- or maybe not thankfully - the disciple lunged towards me, his fingers turning into talons and his face morphing into that of the lower-leveled demon cultivators.
Well, f*ck my life.
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