After leaving the presence of the Lei Family Patriarch and others, Xiao Yi did not leave Shunhuo Forest.
Instead, he headed further into the depths of the forest and stopped at a corner.
Xiao Yi casually sat cross-legged and touched his own face.
The smooth white gloves conveyed a sensation that was extremely rough, as if full of sharp and uneven bumps.
Xiao Yi withdrew his hand and gave a bitter smile, "Is this face really that frightening?"
He clearly noticed that the young girl just now, in the instant she saw part of his face, displayed panic, fear, and a deep disgust.
The expression of disgust seemed as if she was looking at the ugliest thing in the world, avoiding it like the plague, an aversion that came from the depths of her heart.
"Alas." Xiao Yi sighed, shook his head, and without thinking further, began to cultivate.
The evil cultivator he killed earlier was also a martial artist practicing the Poison Dao.
