"Fellow Daoist Qi?" Li Chen rose, his voice tinged with hesitation and surprise.
The main hall was brightly lit. As the figure walked, his skirts fluttered lightly, and an ethereal fragrance like secluded orchids seemed to drift through the air, making one feel that an incomparable beauty, an immortal maiden from a painting, stood before them.
The word "impression" sounded mysterious, but in truth, it was a summation of a person's voice, features, expressions, and every other outward manifestation.
Appearance was certainly important, but that was only because mortals received the greatest proportion of outside information through their eyes, making it the strongest influence.
Cultivators looked at people with their eyes and attuned themselves to heaven and earth, but could also perceive auras and divine sense, so the influence of these other factors could not be overlooked.
Yet when Qi Yuetian removed his veil and revealed his true face, the sight was horrifying, as though someone had splashed him with sulfuric acid and destroyed his features.
That alone completely erased the impression of an incomparable beauty established earlier.
What a pity. No wonder he refuses to resign himself to it and tirelessly pursues a solution.
Drawing on the wealth of experience imparted by the true teachings of Shape-Stealing Skin-Painting, Li Chen could tell at a glance that Valley Master Qi had a fine underlying foundation and must once have been beautiful.
Unfortunately, the skin of his face was almost entirely ruined, dry, shriveled, and scorched yellow.
Li Chen then examined his hands. They were much better than his face, but still bore wave upon wave of bloodstain-like markings, shocking to behold.
Clothing concealed the rest of his body, preventing Li Chen from seeing it clearly, but since blood and qi circulated throughout the entire body, he presumed the condition elsewhere