The woman, holding a knife, touched the demon king's neck twice before slashing his throat.

Golden blood gushed out.

She sighed and said, "I have so little blood, I'm so weak."

The women burst into laughter, firmly pinning down the demon king, who was still struggling with his conditioned reflexes.

The proprietress glanced at them a few times, and seeing that the blood had been safely placed into the basin, she felt relieved.

She hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "I wonder if the mortal women the Immortal Finger was referring to are this group of women?"

Ai Cao thought for a moment, then pulled Yang Lingyao over and said, "This is your sect, you speak to it."

Yang Lingyao stared at Ai Cao, mouth agape, in disbelief. She wanted to hurl a few curses at the woman, but resigned herself to her fate and stepped forward to tell the proprietress what had happened the previous night.

She knew the landlady was just an ordinary person, so she naturally omitted many details and only mentioned the important points.

After listening, the proprietress said in a daze, "So immortals have such great abilities... It seems that even if I die immediately, I won't have to worry about Nannan anymore..."

The little girl, whose hand was being held by Yang Lingyao, pouted and shouted, "Bad mother! Don't die!"

The landlady looked down at her and said softly, "Okay, okay... Mother won't die. Mother will always be with Nannan."

She raised her eyelashes and said earnestly, "If I go, won't I be able to stay with Nannan?"

Yang Lingyao nodded.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Well... alright. Since the immortals need my help, I will naturally do so."

She smiled and looked down, carefully examining her daughter.