TSFLIP Chapter 633

Yun Ji’s expression turned cold. He let go of his sword, and it shot straight toward the ghost woman lying on the ground. She tried to dodge, but the blade pierced through her arm and pinned her to the wall.

Ghosts aren’t human, but the pain of a wounded soul is even worse than physical pain. She let out a blood-curdling scream and, in desperation, severed her arm, then transformed into a wisp of mist and fled in panic.

Yun Ji didn’t chase after her. Nor did he turn around to look at Feng Guang. No one could tell what was going through his mind in that moment.

After a long pause, Feng Guang cautiously reached out and touched his arm. She spoke softly, “Actually… when I cast the Eye-Opening Spell, I already saw it…”

“Is that so?” His tone was flat, not quite cold, but distant enough to feel icy. It was completely different from his usual, ever-smiling demeanor.

Feng Guang hesitated, lips parting before finally managing a sentence. “I didn’t think it was scary… and you don’t need to worry about it.”

“I’m not worried.” At last, he turned to look at her.

His face was sharply defined, like it had been carved by an artist. His peach blossom eyes held a soft, hazy allure—so easy to fall into if one wasn’t careful. Everything about him was nearly flawless… except for the right side of his face. A jagged scar marred his skin, as if it had been burned—like a drop of ink on a sheet of pristine white paper. No matter how perfect the rest was, that one flaw drew the eye.

Feng Guang should have felt frightened, just like when she saw that faceless ghost. But she didn’t. Instead, seeing the indifferent expression he wore now, she felt he was more like fragile glass—beautiful, yet easy to shatter.

“You…” She suddenly felt awkward, unsure of what to say.

After a beat, Yun Ji gave that familiar, soft laugh again. “This is my real face. What Junior Sister Feng Guang has seen before was just the mask I wore.”

Feng Guang looked up at him, only to notice that while he was smiling, his eyes were utterly cold, devoid of any real warmth. She bit her lip, then said slowly, “It’s not your fault…”

“It is my fault,” he replied. “My father was a demon, and my mother was human. From the moment I was born, I carried the weight of that sin.”

“But that has nothing to do with you.” He was stubborn, but she was even more so. “I know that whether it’s a human-demon union or a human-yokai one, it brings divine punishment. And that punishment often falls on the child. But that doesn’t make it the child’s fault—it’s not your fault.”

From the first day Feng Guang entered Master Ziwei’s tutelage, she and Yan Yu had been repeatedly warned: In the Three Realms, unions between different races invite the wrath of the heavens. It was a cosmic punishment—sometimes falling on the lovers themselves, but more often, on their offspring.

Feng Guang had assumed Yun Ji, like her, was a cultivator. But when she used the Eye-Opening Spell, she saw it clearly: the demonic aura surrounding him… and the face he had hidden behind that mask.

But Yun Ji only gave a dismissive smile at her words. “Heaven’s punishment… You wouldn’t understand, and there’s no need for you to. What a shame, Junior Sister Feng Guang—what a shame that you had to see this… less-than-pleasant face of mine.”

“No shame at all. This is the first time I’ve gotten to know you…” As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how wrong they sounded. Slowly, she raised a hand to cover her face, cheeks flushed a deep red.

Yun Ji fell silent. Then, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, and he laughed—a cold laugh that didn’t match the smile on his face. “Xia Feng Guang, are you blind?”

Now that she had seen his real face… what was the point of falling for him?