In Di Luolang’s tiny cell, Ji Hao sat straight in the only chair. He took off his mask and showed his slightly embellished face, without any cover.
Di Luolang looked at Ji Hao with a twisted face, as though he was a soul being tortured in the fire of hell for countless years, who suddenly saw an angel that came to free him. His three eyes were opened to an extreme degree, because he could not believe that he actually saw Ji Hao in this place.
Ji Hao’s eyebrows had become thinner and shorter, his temples were changed slightly, making the shape of his face look a bit different. Some foundation like thing was applied on his nose and cheek, slightly changing the lines of his face as well.
For sure, people who didn’t know Ji Hao so well couldn’t be able to recognize this face at first sight.