Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers - A Sorrowful Parting in Smoke and Flame, Hearts Nearly Broken

Afterward, when Xing Yan saw everyone entering the tent praise the fierce portrait for capturing both his likeness and spirit, he and his companions were left thoroughly bewildered.

Could I really have such a ferocious air?

The handsome, clear-featured youth doubted it. He secretly fetched a bronze mirror from nearby and took two hard looks. After returning it to its place and carefully comparing the images in his mind, he still felt that his own appearance fell far short of the portrait's imposing grandeur.

Of course, the Four Seas Hall Master was easygoing by nature. Though he harbored doubts, if everyone said it resembled him, then it resembled him; he had no objection. By now, he had thought quite clearly about becoming the leader of the Mystic Spirit Cult and lord of the Demon Race. Essentially, he himself was little more than an outsider in the whole affair. These beings of the Demon Race, scattered like loose sand for centuries, now intended to rally their forces anew and urgently needed a common leader. Who that leader actually was, or how much he participated in their great undertaking of revival, mattered rather less. From another perspective, the fact that no demon questioned choosing a human as their leader inadvertently reflected a belief long buried in their collective hearts: humans were always nobler than demons!

But back to Xing Yan.

"Ha..."

Seeing the demons throughout the camp come to congratulate him and praise his wise, martial appearance, the former street lad naturally thanked them again and again. Meanwhile, his thoughts could not help wandering:

*Ah... They'll make hundreds upon thousands of copies of this portrait and distribute them among all the spirit races under heaven for worship! In that case, if we added a little inscription in a corner, something like "Rice