It does look a bit offending to the eyes.
General Rois's face was cold and stern, appearing to be in his late twenties. There was no embarrassment or evasion in his eyes. Instead, he was gazing forthrightly at the Pope of Light ahead of him.
The Leader of the Bright Moon did not show any change in expression.
It was as if he was not seeing a disfigured general but simply a regular one. In fact, there was a hint of relaxation in his heart.
—Thinking to himself, 'Well, this kid knows his place, saving the Pontiff the trouble of speaking another word.'
Xu Shuo, however, seemed quite interested in sizing up the other party.
In his view.
There were some gray marks on General Rois's face.
But the gray was very light, and somewhat intangible, like a layer of mosaic smeared on top, hazy and indistinct.
More importantly.
There was none of this when Xu Shuo first saw him before coming to meet with the Pope of Light, so it must have been deliberately made up on the way here.
