Beauty’s Facade (2)

Jun Wu Xie looked down at the grovelling figure at her feet, her half lowered eyes frosty with biting cold. She mercilessly retorted:

"That face was never yours."

"NO! That is mine! Mine! Please return it back to me! Whatever you want, I will give it to you! I will listen to whatever you say! Please!" Ke Cang Ju pleaded pitifully, his tears mixed into the blood, as the skin on his face split and bled further, and some flesh hung precariously from bits of skin still remaining.

Jun Wu Xie turned just before Ke Cang Ju could almost touch the end of clothes and walked away, heading towards the already teetering Qiao Chu.

"Swallow this." As Jun Wu Xie held out an elixir within her palm.

Qiao Chu popped it into his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it immediately. The next moment, the burning pains suffered from the Lone Smoke started to fade, and except for his face being still a little pale, he did not feel any other discomfort.