Sword Cultivator

Su Zimo finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Demoness Ji avoid him. Internally, he felt a tinge of guilt.

He had no other choice in order to hide his identity.

"Why? You're unwilling?"

Su Zimo's expression darkened.

Since he was acting, he had to go all the way.

Demoness Ji was stunned for a moment when she saw that the burly man was displeased. Instantly, she smiled with a charm that struck at one's soul and replied tenderly, "Please don't be angry, benefactor. There's been a misunderstanding and I mistook you for an old friend of mine."

"Let me express my apologies,"

With that, she bowed over with an apologetic look.

Su Zimo harrumphed and did not say anything more.

With a flicker in her eyes, Demoness Ji asked again, "Are you not going to ask me who my old friend is, benefactor?"

"Not interested."