"I'm not like some people who hide things all day," Shang Xinlei said, giving Yan Qing a sidelong glance. "We all have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. I don't know what there is to keep secret."
Pharmacist's Wish glanced at Yan Qing, who remained unmoved with his mask on, and chuckled, "Maybe it's because he's too ugly? I've seen many bizarre-looking Demonic Messengers in Shu Dao Mountain. As the saying goes, the face reflects the heart; dark-hearted people might be covered in pimples."
"Makes sense." Shang Xinlei nodded seriously. "Besides, if you hide away all the time and don't show yourself, even if you were good-looking, you'd become more and more sinister-looking."
Yan Qing sat there as if he didn't hear anything, thinking, no matter what nonsense you guys say, I'm wearing this mask anyway.
