Armour Made of Darkness

Lady Xueyan studied him intently. "Is this some elaborate way to hike up your fee?" she inquired her smile a mix of apprehension and wry humor.

"No?" she added, her voice tinged with concern. 

"My beastmaster and I tracked the malevolent aura of the demon responsible for Lady Xingchen's death," he explained.

 She gestured for him to take a seat on a cushion, and he noticed a cup of wine on the side table. He took a sip, and as soon as the cup touched his lips, he found himself gulping down the sharp liquid. Setting the cup back on the table a bit too forcefully, the sound caught Lady Xueyan's attention.

"Is it that serious?" she asked. 

"We first discovered the body of a man. He was dressed like a cultivator—a demonic cultivator," he paused for a breath. "You're familiar with these special types of Demonic cultivators, aren't you?"