"Is appearance really that important?"
Hearing San Zang's strange request, Ye Lin's mouth twitched. What exactly went on in these people's heads?
They had been talking business just moments ago, yet now they had immediately changed tack?
"That won't do. You've already seen my peerless beauty, so I have to see yours."
"Hurry up and take off your mask."
Gu Qingzhi urged repeatedly.
If San Zang had not mentioned it, she truly would not have noticed.
Earlier, it had only been Ye Lin's bearing that attracted her. Now, she wanted to see what Ye Lin actually looked like.
Although not a single cultivator was ugly, at their level, merely by examining one's bone structure, they could tell what a cultivator had looked like before cultivation.
Moreover, any conjured appearance could not escape their eyes.
Ye Lin was speechless, but he still removed his mask.
At once, an exceptionally handsome face appeared before everyone's eyes. A blood-red lotus mark rested upon his forehead.
Above that blood-red lotus was embedded a tiny blood-colored sword.
"So handsome."
Gu Qingzhi gave Ye Lin a thumbs-up. At a glance, she could see Ye Lin's bone structure. Even before cultivating, Ye Lin would have been worthy of being called strikingly handsome.
"Tsk. A gentleman like jade upon the road; beneath heaven, none can compare."
Wang Xiaoyun commented as he pinched the book in his hand.
Everyone praised him in turn. Only San Zang frowned.
Evil—far too evil.
Ye Lin's features were simply too sinister, as though he were a genuine demon.
San Zang had been hailed as the God of Slaughter, but after seeing Ye Lin's face now, he felt himself inferior.
This man seemed to have been born a God of Slaughter.
"You've seen enough, right?"
After saying that, Ye Lin put the mask back