SWOOSH!
Hearing this, Ji Hao couldn't help but take out the magical projection of Zhong Ming and scrutinize it several times.
But no matter how he looked, he found Zhong Ming to be utterly unremarkable. (When Zhong Ming first arrived in Immortal Martial City, he had restrained his aura.) He was just an ordinary Cultivator with regular features. In terms of bearing and presence, he couldn't even necessarily compare to Ji Hao's own handsome, aristocratic self.
Thus, he couldn't understand why Xiyue, the Ji Qingyue sisters, and even Master Luo Zhiwei, who had just summoned a Thunder Tribulation, would all fall for such an unremarkable man.
And for the first time, a trace of jealousy toward Zhong Ming rose within him.
Ji Hao had always been a pragmatic man, believing that strength and authority were the foundation of one's standing. He considered physical appearance to be as ephemeral as a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water, something he never cared about.
