Yan Sinian rarely felt confused.
As a Sword Cultivator, his personality was straightforward, and he hardly ever pondered over convoluted matters.
In this world, he was basically the epitome of a "straight man of steel."
At this moment, this "straight man of steel" couldn't help but worry about his junior sister.
That evening, Yue Qingqing inexplicably received a phone call, a greeting from her senior brother.
"Qingqing, what would you do if one day you were disfigured?"
Yue Qingqing: "?" What did senior brother mean by that.
Hearing no response from the other end, Yan Sinian sighed.
"Looks are certainly precious, but life is even more valuable, ah."
Yue Qingqing: "Ah?"
Yan Sinian's heart was filled with concern; he thought of Cui Xiaoman's husband and immediately became enraged.
"If that Jiang guy dares to abandon you because of your disfigurement, I, your senior brother, will chase him to the ends of the earth and put him down with my sword."
Yue Qingqing: "..."