Qian E glanced sideways at Ziyan, and sure enough, saw the terror and undisguisable disgust in her eyes.
Anger surged in his heart instantly, and he asked viciously, "Even you despise me?"
Ziyan looked up and met his horrifying face, her face changed in an instant, retreating several steps backward.
All these years, the Sect Leader had always worn a mask. She just thought it was because of cultivating the poison technique, causing some damage to his face, or perhaps he wanted to remain mysterious, not wanting to reveal his identity.
His voice was so magnetic, his stature tall, Ziyan assumed the face underneath the mask couldn't be too bad, but never expected it to be twisted and terrifying.
Thinking of all those years, night after night, it was this man above her, rising and falling, made Ziyan feel sick, she dry-heaved right in front of Qian E.
"Ah! Bitch!"
Qian E roared, violently slapping a palm onto Ziyan's chest.
