The next afternoon, Xing Lao Liu looked at the overly cheerful Ding Lao Tou with a face of despair, too lazy to even speak.
Raising his head to look at the tall figure with a blue birthmark covering half his face, he felt the hair on his scalp stand on end.
Had Ding Lao Tou stirred up a hornet's nest?
Every single one of them was the kind of ruthless person who dared to mar their own face?!
Life no longer held any appeal for him, yet he had no choice but to handle things cautiously. Xing Lao Liu slouched in the recliner, finding himself unable to focus on the book in his hands.
"I can't stay in this Scripture Pavilion anymore!"
...
As evening approached, at the residence of the Wu Character Camp instructor in the Inner City East of the City,
Chen Mu hopped down from the carriage, brushed his hand over the Five Ghosts Bag on his chest, which now contained an additional all-new Shape Cultivation Technique, and couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile on his face.
