A sword cultivator, not very tall but quite handsome, was being tightly choked by Jiang Zhi at this moment.
Chu Huaixu watched from the side, instantly understanding why this sword cultivator was the first to be restrained.
"Among these six, four men and two women, he's the most good-looking of the men," he muttered to himself.
He could already imagine that this Daoist sect's peerless killer, during his demon-slaying ventures, would most likely target those best-looking among the evil cultivators first.
Chu Huaixu felt a bit enlightened now.
"The more this old man disliked me in the past, the more it affirmed my peerless looks," he had thought for a long time now.
With this mindset, every time Jiang Zhi was being irritating, Chu Huaixu would let the words go in one ear and out the other, automatically filtering them into: "Handsome, handsome, you're really handsome!"
