I had studied immortal arts under my master since childhood.
A sharp pair of scissors and a sheet of white paper could bring anything in the world to life.
With that gift, I cut out ten thousand swallows and sparrows when locusts ravaged the fields.
In moments, they devoured the swarm and saved an entire town.
The townsfolk bowed to me as an immortal maiden.
The county magistrate offered to submit a memorial on my behalf.
I waved him off.
“I hear someone in this town once slew a snake demon.
I would marry that man and bring a thousand pieces of gold.”
Fang Liang emerged from the crowd in filthy rags, reeking of wine.
He grabbed my hand and grinned, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth.
“Little immortal, don’t you go back on your word.”
I looked at him and smiled, with a coldness beyond words.
My master had been a snake immortal.
Mortals had tortured him to death as a demon and used him to make a secret elixir of everlasting life.
Blind and arrogant creatures.
How could they know whether the woman they took home was an immortal—or a monster?
