Cao Ying was even more dumbstruck. Although she harbored some unusual feelings for Hun Changqing, their relationship had hardly developed during the ten years he had stayed with the Cao Family.
Hun Changqing had spent those ten years in secluded cultivation, rarely venturing outside. She, too, had been constantly refining the medicinal pills he needed for cultivation. They seldom met, let alone gave her a chance to see his true face.
In her spare time, Cao Ying had tried asking Gu Yaole, who had spent considerable time with Hun Changqing, about him. Yet Gu Yaole always avoided the subject and instead stared at her with a peculiar look that made her skin crawl.
She could not help wondering whether Hun Changqing really looked the way those elders described in their private gossip. Otherwise, why would Gu Yaole treat the matter like a closely guarded secret and refuse to discuss it?
But during the Pill Gathering trial, she had clearly noticed something unusual in the gaze of that immensely powerful lady from the Gu Clan whom she had met by chance. As a woman, she was acutely sensitive to such things. Surely she could not have been mistaken.
If Hun Changqing really had a drab, unsightly face, why would a young lady of such standing fall for him?
Besides, a Dou Sheng Expert should have been able to control his physical condition at will and maintain a youthful appearance. Could his cultivation method have made him hideously ugly?
Back then, Cao Ying, who had begun developing feelings for Hun Changqing but placed great importance on looks, had found herself deeply conflicted.
Later, however, she had accepted it in her heart. After everything that had happened back then, looking at other men stirred not the slightest ripple within her, no matter how