The Spiritual Cultivators in the Jade Capital City gradually woke up, and their faces were filled with shock.
No wonder there was no record of the process of annihilating the Lei family back then. Could these things really be passed down?
"You don't have to help me."
Yu Zhiwen suddenly calmed down and stubbornly pushed Elder Yu away.
Her gaze shifted from her Supreme Master to Lei Xi'er's God Devil Eyes, and then to Lei Shuangxing, whom she had met once when she was a child.
She looked at the black cloth covering his eyes and at his once complete face, which was now only white and had blurred facial features.
"Your face..."
Yu Zhiwen wasn't someone who liked to poke at people's scars, but she just wanted to get the answers to all her questions.
Lei Shuangxing was as indifferent as ever. "I have my face on the Sacred Mountain. Your Supreme Master has also seen my face. Don't worry. This is not their doing..."
