Looking at the somewhat dejected Wang Shanhuo, Liu Yidao thought for a moment before speaking.
"I'm sorry. I failed to control my emotions just now."
"It's all right. I know you didn't mean it, Brother Yidao."
"Come here."
Liu Yidao said it softly. Wang Shanhuo hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still walked over to him.
Slowly extending his right hand, Liu Yidao sent countless threads of blood flying into Wang Shanhuo's wounds.
As the blood threads entered, Wang Shanhuo's wounds healed at a visible rate.
Even more miraculously, the birthmark on Wang Shanhuo's face gradually faded away.
After finishing everything, Liu Yidao conjured a mirror. "Take a look and see if there's anything you're dissatisfied with. If there is, I'll fix it all at once."
Staring at her now normal face in the mirror, Wang Shanhuo's eyes filled with astonishment.
"My birthmark is gone?"
"Your birthmark is something I can solve with a lift of my hand. If you want, I can even make you a little prettier."
"No need. I'm already very satisfied with how I look now."
Wang Shanhuo thanked him happily, but when she looked up, she discovered that Liu Yidao was staring straight at her.
"Brother Yidao, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to see why you became my Person of Calamity."
"Logically speaking, your appearance is utterly ordinary, and you don't know the first thing about zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting."
"Someone like you should never have become my Person of Calamity, no matter what."
At those words, Wang Shanhuo's face instantly fell.
"Brother Yidao, am I really that bad?"
"You're not bad. You're just ordinary. Compared with a peerless genius rarely seen in this world like me, there's naturally a difference as vast as