But Su Zhou was a different matter. He was so flawlessly handsome that the sculptors—who had never seen him with their own eyes and had to rely on details retold by others—could only work from imagination. Disappointingly, even their imagined versions weren't as handsome as Su Zhou himself.
Behind the Blade of Annihilation stele and the cluster of statues was the Sword Casting Museum. Su Zhou had been thinking that if the museum charged for admission, he would probably have to sneak in. 'Pay to see my own museum? What a joke! I should be the one charging everyone else!'
But the museum was, in fact, free, so the two of them swaggered right in.
"—It all happened in a flash! When the Kunlun Abnormal saw the Demon Dynasty State Preceptor summon Celestial Thunder, he flickered behind a Demon General. With a single wave of his hand, he threw the eight-foot-tall Demon General into the air as if he were a child, sending him flying straight into the path of the Celestial Thunder…"
