Walking through the gathering of cultivators outside the city is much more fun than I thought it would be. I changed my hair to a mousey brown and disguised my face to look a little less distinctive, just a generic face in the crowd, and conveniently much more like the illusion John is wearing.
The similar faces have caused no ends of misunderstandings though. The Lycans and Dragons know our species by scent, and looking at the faces assume I'm his daughter given our difference in apparent cultivation. Which in turn makes them think he took a pure blooded Greater Demon as his mate.
It seems that's a taboo of sorts, a naughty little secret polite society doesn't mention. The Seraphim who notice me look disgusted, but the demons who do give John appreciative looks. All in all, it's a struggle for me not to laugh.
