Yun Rao silently glanced at the group, her expression remaining calm and steady. Su Yan, however, immediately flushed upon hearing it, reaching over and tightly grasping An Ziyuan’s arm with a natural, intimate gesture. “Ziyuan, how could you be with someone like this? That demon sect sorceress—how could she possibly match you? She’s so plain, she even doesn’t dare to use her own face!” She then called out to Yun Rao, “Hey, aren’t you the one who’s so unattractive you can’t bear to be seen? What’s the point of using my face then?” “Su Yan,” An Ziyuan spoke softly. Su Yan pouted, reluctantly closing her mouth. The others, gripping their sword handles, stared at Yun Rao with fierce determination, ready to move forward yet hesitant to do so. Yun Rao glanced at the group, then at Su Yan’s hand, which was now warmly held in An Ziyuan’s arm, as if momentarily stunned. She gently pressed her lips together, lifted her chin slightly, and looked at Su Yan with a warm, gentle smile. “I’m sorry for any offense I may have caused, Su Miss.” As she spoke, she lifted her jade hands, her long fingernails gently tracing the contour of one side of her face, then lightly brushing down. With a delicate twist of her fingers, a thin human skin mask peeled away, revealing a breathtaking beauty untouched by makeup. A series of light clinks echoed as the chopsticks in Wufang's hands fell from her grasp, striking the bowl. She stared in wide-eyed astonishment at this face—so radiant, so unlike anything she had ever seen in the mortal world. The martial heroes, each holding their swords, gazed at her in rapt attention, some unable to close their mouths. Even Su Can, who had previously been proud and commanding, now stood speechless, her mouth open in surprise. Su Yan's face lit up with delight, though whether it was excitement or something else, she could not say—she simply stared, her lips parted, unable to utter a single word. An Zi yuan watched her silently, her expression calm and steady, yet the deep black of her eyes grew ever more profound. Yun Rao glanced at the stunned group, a subtle smile curling at her lips. Instantly, the previously dazed crowd began to gasp, their faces flushing with warmth. "Uh... Miss..." Su Yan's handsome face was unusually flushed, and though he tried to speak, he seemed at a loss for words. An Zi yuan suddenly reached out and pulled her toward him. "Turn around!" he said calmly, his voice carrying a hint of firmness. Yun Rao looked at him in confusion. An Zi yuan then grasped her shoulders and pushed her gently until she was facing the wall. Wu Chang struggled to swallow the last bite of his meal, his fingers trembling as he pointed at her, stammering, "You... you... you're using someone else's face again?" Yun Rao glanced at him with a puzzled expression, then touched her own face. "What do you mean 'again'? I've always looked like this." “This… this…” After struggling for a long time, the Unchanging finally managed to force out the most frequently used phrase of the former head mistress, Yun Qingqing—“This isn’t scientific!” Yun Rao glanced at him with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean by not scientific?” Yun Qingqing had lived in a future world, where the language used was entirely unfamiliar to her. Unchanging didn’t know how to explain it either, only blushing deeply and staring at her, unable to speak. Since meeting her, he had found her behavior increasingly surreal. How could a girl with such extraordinary beauty be so unreserved, so lacking in modesty? Her thick skin was one thing, but when he had gently mentioned that it had been the lord himself who had treated her wound, she had merely given a light “Ah” and moved on—completely lacking the usual shyness one would expect from a young lady. It had even caused him to abandon his original intention of warning her not to dream of marrying the lord. Without facing that enchanting beauty, Su Yan felt a bit more at ease and bowed politely to Yun Rao from the side, "Miss, it's been a long time." Su Yan's courteous demeanor reminded Yun Rao of her own earlier treachery, making her feel embarrassed. She turned around and offered Su Yan a sincere, apologetic smile, "Mr. Su, your politeness is truly admirable; I hope you'll forgive any offense I may have caused." Su Yan, in turn, grew slightly flushed at her smile and stammered, "Miss, you're too kind." Su Ran, however, dismissed it with a dismissive sigh, "A beauty so captivating that she bewitches the crowd—no wonder so many heroes have fallen to the hands of such an enchantress." Just as she finished speaking, Su Yan and An Ziyuan both interrupted with sharp rebukes. Su Ran, though only sixteen and thus still young, had always been cherished and protected from childhood, never having faced such indignity. At the sharp rebukes from her brother and An Ziyuan, she stomped her foot, her eyes glistening with emotion, turned around, and pouted, shaking An Ziyuan's arm with a coquettish p Yun Rao silently glanced at the hand that still tightly held An Ziyuan, then gently pressed her lips before turning to look at him and offering a soft smile. "Lord, since you have a distinguished guest visiting, I shall not disturb you. Thank you for your kind care these past few days—I will repay you when the opportunity arises." Nodding slightly, Yun Rao steadied her breath and rose gracefully. Her pale figure moved like a gentle breeze, swiftly vanishing out of the hall. "Yun Rao!" An Ziyuan's expression changed slightly as he drew his hand back and hurried after her.