"How am I meant to know? There's too many stories." She glared back, cheeks puffing with the force of her pursed lips. "If he was here... the grandmaster of demonic cultivation..."

Would probably kill her and raise her as a resentful corpse, right? Good thing he was definitely full of shit. She looked away, suddenly and deliberately artless.

"If he were here, he'd agree to do my chores for a month."