Guo Jing unconsciously raised his hand and scratched his jet-black hair, causing a few flakes of dandruff to fall out.
Hao Datong sighed again and ordered, "Zhiping, take off your mask!"
Yin Zhiping hesitated slightly, then slowly raised his hand and removed his mask.
"Oh dear!" Li Fu screamed in fright and turned to hide in Huang Rong's arms.
Everyone present was stunned.
Yin Zhiping's forehead and cheeks were covered with scars, crisscrossed and pitted, making him look ugly and ferocious!
If you don't look closely, you won't recognize him as Yin Zhiping.
That night, Li Huan used his inner strength to carve six words on Yin Zhiping's face with his fingertips, leaving a very deep wound.
After Yin Zhiping regained consciousness, he saw the six words on his face in the mirror and was bound to panic.
To erase those six characters, he must have used a knife to create more wounds to cover them up.
It's easy to imagine the immense pain this guy endured!
Li Huan asked, "Yin Zhiping, what happened to you?"
Yin Zhiping quickly put on his mask and said in a low voice, "Four years ago, I accidentally fell off a cliff while gathering herbs, and my face was severely scratched by thorns..."
Hao Datong said, "Zhiping lost his handsome appearance and became depressed. Overnight, his hair turned gray. What a pity, what a pity..."
Li Huan suppressed a laugh: "It's alright. The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect rely on their martial arts skills and character to navigate the world, never on their looks!"
"Father! Father!"
A little boy ran out of the manor gate.
He was about three or four years old, with a chubby face, and went straight to Guo Jing.
Li Huan was taken aback. This was Guo Jing's son?
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