In that instant, everyone seemed to understand why this Holy Envoy wore a mask.
Because wearing a mask preserved a sense of mystery, and that could be counted as a kind of distinctive trait. But once the mask was gone, when this Holy Envoy was paired with that utterly unremarkable face, it was almost impossible to find a single bright point anywhere on him.
Lu Chuan's state of mind was steady, and at the reactions of the people around him, he merely let out a secret laugh in his heart.
Of course he would not parade through the streets with his own face beneath the mask, so he had transformed into a face so ordinary it could not be any more ordinary.
"That face of yours..."
Wutian looked deeply at Lu Chuan and said, speechless, "It really is ordinary!"
"I had no choice, Buddha. The appearance I used to take on was very handsome and dashing, and female demons liked it very much. They were always pestering me and even wanted to capture me to be the husband of their mountain stronghold. I was annoyed beyond endurance."
Lu Chuan said in a helpless tone, "I had no choice, so when I took human form, this subordinate had to choose a face like this. For nothing else, just for peace and quiet. Besides, it's only a stinking sack of skin. So what if it looks good? So what if it doesn't? Can it serve as a magic treasure?"
As he spoke, Holy Envoy Lu touched his face with an "astonished" expression. "Is it very ugly?"
"Not ugly, not ugly!"
Giant Scorpion and Ying Yao hurriedly waved their hands and smiled. What a joke—with his status, who would dare say it was ugly now?
Of course, not ugly did not mean he