Lin Kwan and I stopped to hover near the pleading man.
"A demon? You dare to call me a demon? Don't you even recognize an Elder of your own sect?" She squinted. "I certainly recognize YOUR face… you are that second cousin of Elder Min Fang. Although the last time we met, you were still at the Qi Foundation stage."
The cultivator shook like a leaf in the wind and paled even more.
"You know Elder Fang, V-venerable Demon?"
I glanced at Lin Kwan, then at the cultivator. The man was so pathetic… At least he could've pleaded mercy while standing upright!
But I understood the source of his fright.
"Elder Kwan, forgive this man for his confusion," I whispered. "You have also changed greatly in the last twenty years."
She didn't blink—her eyelids were too shriveled for this—but I got the impression that Lin Kwan wanted to.
The woman glanced at her sword-wielding hand and frowned.
"Ah. Of course… Well, that doesn't matter."
