Diao Chan felt her right eye growing hotter and hotter, yet her whole body grew colder and colder.
From Luo Xiao's perspective, a constantly changing moon had appeared between Diao Chan's brows, shifting from full to crescent with every breath, following the thirty days of a month.
This was the first time Luo Xiao had seen a mark other than a Sacred Mark appear between someone's brows.
Diao Chan felt the heat in her right eye reach its peak, then abruptly turn to utter cold. The person before her changed completely. He was a man with a face like polished jade and a handsome, distinguished bearing, the most handsome man Diao Chan had ever seen.
"So this is your true appearance, Dao Master!"
Luo Xiao looked at Diao Chan. Her left eye remained black, but her right had become a star-studded sky, with its pupil transformed into a full moon spinning within it. The starlight that concealed him seemed to have vanished before Diao Chan.
"Why do only women have abilities like this?"
Perhaps only Ji Zhao knew the answer. Diao Chan asked with some curiosity, "Dao Master, why are you unwilling to be with me?"
Diao Chan's attributes were not low. In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, she had withstood immense pressure, maneuvering between two powerful men and perfectly completing the task Wang Yun had entrusted to her.
Those two were Dong Zhuo and Lü Bu. Countless dukes and ministers did not even dare speak in their presence. This alone showed that Diao Chan possessed a firm will and considerable wisdom, rather than being a mere decorative vase.
She keenly sensed that Luo Xiao had no such intentions toward her, so she asked, "Am I not beautiful enough?"
Although he would not live to see it, as her future