Just as the young Confucian Scholar considered whether to sever ties with a certain Sword Spirit, Gui's voice came again.
"Hey, take a look in the mirror first."
Zhao Rong was cautious, "What are you trying to do?"
"Just take a look."
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and sighed, "Could it be that some old guy is trying to use it to eliminate an aesthetic that's outdated by tens of thousands of years, accusing the world's top handsome man of having a wretched appearance? Probably not, right?"
His tone was sincere.
Gui: "?"
"If you don't want to look, then don't. Who's eager to see you?"
Zhao Rong didn't relent, "Tell me what you want to do first."
When it comes to being a killjoy, Zhao Rong could always count on Gui.
