Ren silently took a step back and ignored the failed "Idol". His focus returning to the bloody scene before him.
However, his indifference didn't sit well with Wei Ling Sheng. Those gloomy eyes dimmed, and in the next instant, his spirit weapon, a golden fan, was placed under Ren's chin, forcing the deity to lift his head and look at him.
Gazing at those mesmerizing golden eyes that could see everything had always put Wei Ling Sheng in a foul mood. If it had been anyone else who dared to meet his gaze with such coldness, Wei Ling Sheng would have erased their soul from existence long ago. Yet here he stood in front of the immortal, renowned throughout the heavenly realm for being the gentlest yet equally ruthless deity.
His cold gaze lent his jade-like face a ferocious glint. However, amidst the increasing pressure, there was only one word that danced through Wei Ling Sheng's heart like a delicate melody.
Gorgeous.
