Xiaoling held a mask in one hand and instinctively touched his left cheek with the other, still uneven, with his fingertips clearly feeling scars like centipedes.
Xiaoling lowered his eyes, looking at the fox girl whose fur bristled in anger, and laughed at himself.
Yes, he's ugly.
After all, even his father cursed him as an ugly thing and sent him to this world for more than ten years without a care.
Ugly is ugly, anyway he won't see it without a mirror, he'll get used to it.
The Sect Master carried the mask with his hands behind his back, walking towards the depths of Gatlin State in the Demon Domain's forbidden area.
Su Qiuqiu followed angrily behind, watching the man's tall figure, muttering to herself "silhouette killer," "Why are you going to meet the King of Wuji Country?"
Xiaoling was silent.
The Creator God of this world convened a new Supreme Deity Academy meeting, and this time the Heavenly Dao was truly anxious.
