An imposing figure, stood tall and well-built with an air of sinister playfulness. His black hair styled to resemble two demonic horns and the remnants of his Hollow mask were a stark white plate adorning his forehead. (A/N: Check para comment)
He was grateful that there were no laws in the cultivation world that prevented him from having a relationship with someone much younger than him. He was glad that as long as he had strength, everything was possible. Of course, without losing his head.
"Mapo tofu?" She asked, but for some reason, her instincts were screaming at her to run away. 'Strange, there are no foreign ingredients either, so why?'
Curse of Gacha - A Melancholic Life of a Gamble Addict