Shangguan Yunyi was handsome, with long flowing hair and Daoist robes that made him extremely noticeable.
But sometimes, this kind of attraction was not a good thing.
On the Void Symposium, people from all corners of the world or various Rakshasas slapped his face, ignored him in all sorts of ways, and his face was utterly humiliated due to his attractive talents.
Thus determined to turn his fortunes around, he seized the fleeting opportunity to directly challenge the Saint's avatar.
Feeling smug, he believed that with this one remark, he could stand on the stage of the Upper Realm talents again, commanding the awe of the world.
But before the awe could germinate, his words provoked a slap that struck the back of his head fiercely.
Slap!
Staggering backward a few steps, Shangguan Yunyi turned his head in dizziness, his full fury instantly turning to stupefaction.
"Sixth Patriarch, you, why did you slap me..."
The word wasn't even out.
