Faking It Till Making It, Mysterious Demonic Art

"Let this matter end here. Disperse."

Ren Xiantian waved his hand, signaling the demons to leave. Though they were unwilling, intimidated by the Hall Master's authority, they did not dare say anything more.

Ling Xiao was straightforward. He cupped his hands, turned, and left.

Watching his departing back, the smile on Ren Xiantian's face gradually faded as thoughts churned in his heart.

"Let you live a few more days for now..."

Before so many eyes, it was inconvenient for him to make a move. He could only let Ling Xiao leave for the moment and wait for a suitable opportunity.

Ling Xiao returned to his own divine hall. To fool the onlookers, he put on an act with Tianxue Liuli, Tianxue Ji, and the other women.

"Don't misunderstand. This is for those demons to see. After all, my identity now is that of a Demon God. Cooperate with me a little."

Ling Xiao secretly transmitted his voice to the women. Formations and restrictions were no long-term solution; they could not necessarily hide them flawlessly from Ren Xiantian's prying eyes. Thus, to avoid exposing his identity, they still had to play along.

After hearing him, the women wore different and exceedingly complicated expressions. Tianxue Ji alone was like a flower bud about to bloom, unable to wait any longer.

"Ling Xiao, there's actually no need to put on an act. I... I'm willing. It's fine if we make the fake act real."

Amid her bashfulness, she gathered her courage and said such words, leaving the two sisters, Liuli and Yao Yue, utterly at a loss.

What did this girl mean?

Just because you were willing, did that mean we were willing too?

Actually... it did not seem like they were that resistant.

"Cough, cough..." Ling Xiao gave a few light coughs,