"I just bite my cuticles, but they heal fast because I'm a cultivator, so my hands don't look nearly as bad at they did when I was mortal. My fingers were always all scabby my first life. Just a sec."

Shang Beida goes back to his robes and grabs the dagger, gives it a considering look, and shrugs. "I think this might be slightly demonic, but not in a way that really does anything. Pretty sure my king gave it to me and told me to stab the next person who tried to push me off a balcony instead of just screaming for him. Should be fine to use, though, it doesn't feel like, malign, just like... demon-made. He probably wouldn't give me something that would be bad for me to accidentally cut myself on. Anyway, it's sharp enough."