"It's said to have come from the south."
"Still alive? Lucky him."
"They say he hid in the interlayer and wasn't blown up, but his teacher died, and he became disabled himself. He wouldn't have lasted long if left alone."
"Wasting so much medicine on such a cripple?"
"Doesn't he still have a hand? There's a shortage of people everywhere, and even the useless have their uses. Otherwise, how could he have been sent here?"
"Shh, keep it down... that guy is looking over here!"
"What's there to be afraid of? Look, he's even smiling at us."
...
In the rolling waves of heat, the roar was incessant.
Ji Jue gave a silly smile to the two apprentices, but unfortunately, his burned face was no longer handsome and affable, but hideously ferocious instead, with scarlet blood oozing from his torn scars.
It hurt the eyes of those two.
The idle whispers abruptly stopped.
It's amazing, even being ugly has its benefits, he realized.
