As soon as Liang Youshan's words fell, his hand had already removed the mysterious veil from the face of the beauty from Heavenly Maiden Palace.
The wind whispered gently, and the fallen leaves drifted down.
When the veil fell from the face of the beauty from Heavenly Maiden Palace, everyone couldn't help but gasp—not because she was overly beautiful, but because—she looked rather unfortunate.
It wasn't that her face was ugly, but there were two hideous scars on her face—one red, one black—almost covering half of her cheeks. A face that was originally extremely beautiful was ruined. The sight was enough to make one's heart tremble.
"How could this be? No wonder she wore a veil. It wasn't to be mysterious, but because she couldn't show her face."
"Is this a divine joke? I thought she was a Saintess, who knew—"
"It's blinding my eyes, this is too—ugh, another beautiful fantasy shattered."
