His face?! Yue Jinghua got a clear look at the man's face.
His face, his entire body, all exposed skin was tinged with a dull green color, like it was covered with moss, uneven with toxic blisters, some of which had burst open, emitting an unpleasant smell.
From a distance, he resembled a humanoid toad.
His attire was strange too, wearing ill-fitting armor, with a pair of women's Emei Stabs in his hands.
Yet, this man, so hideous and mismatched, possessed a pair of proud and powerful eyes.
His eyes were like a treasured sword that had been honed for a long time, emitting a cold radiance.
Watching his cracked lips, Yue Jinghua believed that his vocal cords must have also been corroded by the toxic fluid, presumably robbing him of the ability to speak.
The man also looked over, but his gaze did not fall on Yue Jinghua's face; instead, it was fixed intently on the Lianyun Great Sword on Yue Jinghua's back.
