Luo Badao looked at Qing Yue with a solemn expression and said, "How did you become like this? Although your temperament hasn't changed, your appearance is completely different!"
Qing Yue's facial muscles twitched, and he retorted angrily, "Hmph, blame your Yanhuang Hall Master for that. If he hadn't smashed my face, I wouldn't have needed to get plastic surgery."
Luo Badao said, "Back then, you betrayed Yanhuang Hall, colluded with foreign forces, and attempted to seize the position of Hall Master. Later, after the Hall Master disfigured your face, you only had yourself to blame."
"I only have myself to blame?!" Qing Yue's eyes widened as he said coldly, "The position of Yanhuang Hall Master should have been mine. I was the most suitable candidate. Shi Sheng, that bastard, he stole what belonged to me."
