Emperor Merciless had star-like eyes and black brows; even through the mask of the Ghost Face, one could sense how bright and clear, how intoxicating those eyes were.
Jiang Hui could only offer a wry smile, choosing to avert his gaze directly.
It wasn't that his willpower was astonishing,
but rather that his Five Senses were too powerful.
The Ghost Face Mask worn by Emperor Merciless was clearly an exceedingly precious piece of defensive equipment, capable of serving as a shield and also blocking the divine sense of others, a kind of Emperor's Equipment.
However, under the perception of his Five Senses, all disguises were as fleeting as clouds.
If Jiang Hui wished, he could easily see through to the jaw-dropping beauty beneath the Ghost Face Mask, a beauty beyond words.
It was a beauty indescribable in words.
Unparalleled in the world, isolated from society in its splendor, so beauteous it could not be sullied by the mundane.