Who knows? I worshiped a master and became so beautiful that the three realms were eclipsed.
The cold and celestial figure captivates all sentient beings at a glance.
But he was only gentle and indulgent to me.
Me: Master, they all say that I rely on my looks to gain your popularity.
The master raised his eyebrows and drove away the troublemakers with a sword:
My apprentice, is it the turn of others to comment?
