Ming Xian suddenly sat up in bed.
He seemed to have heard a scream just now.
He listened closely, and outside was quiet, with people moving about, likely sect members, but no further strange screams were heard.
Was it an illusion?
Ming Xian raised his hand to his forehead, suddenly realizing something was wrong.
The events from before came rushing back like a tide.
A girl's gentle kiss, her soft embrace...
Ming Xian immediately halted those thoughts, found the mask, and put it back on his face, covering the hideous scar.
After finishing his meal with a picky attitude, Chuzheng slowly walked in.
Upon seeing Chuzheng, the previous awkwardness and anger returned to Ming Xian's heart, and he remained silent, holding his sword in a daze.
Anyway, he often did that; it wasn't a problem.
When Ming Xian was in the Brahman Immortal Sect, his murderous aura was intimidating, but most of the time he was quiet.
