The True Lord Hall was dim and desolate. Years might pass without a visitor, but on this day, it saw a bustle unlike any before.
It was a bustle no one else could see, one that belonged to Yang Jian alone.
"Damn, Great Emperor, you're just as handsome in person! I thought you'd secretly figured out how to turn on a beauty filter!" Han Xiao cried, looking at Meng Chuan with obvious resentment.
"Fish-brained fool!" Meng Chuan scoffed. "Did you think my title as one of the Chat Group's Three Handsome Heroes, alongside Second Brother and the general—no, Heavenly Emperor Fei Peng—was just empty talk?"
Meng Chuan stepped up beside Yang Jian. At once, everyone felt as though the two of them were glowing.
"What a shame Heavenly Emperor Fei Peng is busy. If all three heroes appeared together, wouldn't you have nowhere to hide your faces?"
"There's really no need to bring up my Heavenly Emperor status!" a voice rang out, and Fei Peng appeared.
"I logged on and saw everyone inside Second Brother's place, so I came to squeeze in too." Fei Peng walked over to Meng Chuan and Yang Jian. Now three people were glowing.
"Damn it. Why didn't dragon blood make me better-looking? I still look exactly the same," Lu Mingfei muttered. "Great Emperor, did you tamper with it?"
Lu Mingfei had good reason to react. Of everyone there, he was the only one with an ordinary face.
Take Yao Chen, for instance. People might call him Medicine Elder all the time, but in his youth, he had been a genuine beauty.
Otherwise, how could Yao Chen have attracted so many extraordinary young women back then and left them pining for him even now?
Surely no one thought Yao Chen had relied on his talent for