Su Qiao walked around him in a circle and pondered for a while. "Why did you disguise yourself as Baili Jing?"
"..."
Zhong Lihan could no longer continue shaking his sleeve.
He had thought he had disguised himself quite convincingly. He had not expected to be recognized at a glance.
However, he did not feel embarrassed in the slightest.
"As expected of my woman. You recognized me at a glance. It seems I hold a very high place in your heart."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes. "I'm asking why you disguised yourself as him."
"How am I disguised as him?"
"He and I have always looked exactly alike. I only changed my appearance before because I thought his coffin-face was too ugly."
"Besides, can't I wear white? Don't all the people in the Cultivation World dress like this?"
"..."
His coffin-board face was too ugly?
What a ruthless man!
He could even insult himself without holding back.
Su Qiao reached out and poked his rock-hard chest, looking at him threateningly. "Are you sure you're not going to tell me the truth?"
He had a fiery and domineering temper and hated wearing white clothes most of all. Yet now he had suddenly put on an elegant white robe, deliberately pursed his lips tightly, and kept a cold expression on his face.
If this was not imitating Baili Jing, then what was it?
"Fine, you win."
Zhong Lihan was very helpless. Taking advantage of the situation, he caught Su Qiao's hand and pressed her palm against his chest before finally looking satisfied.
"I just thought that by becoming like this, I could stay by your side and protect you openly."
Although that fellow was sinister, Zhong Lihan had to admit that his status within the Qingtian Sect was quite high and he