He looked at her and stared at the scar beside her eyebrow and said: "With your looks, it's impossible to show you to anyone, so you can only be a zither player in the background. From today onwards, you are a member of our Beauty Pavilion."
His voice paused and his eyes narrowed with a hint of danger in them: "It's just that, in order to punish you for plotting against our Beauty Pavilion, we will imprint a slave mark on your face. I don't think you will mind?"
While he spoke, he waved his hand and ordered someone to fetch the seal of the slave. As long as the mark was imprinted on her face, she would be branded a slave and it would not be able to be removed in her lifetime.
As she watched a cultivator go to fetch the slave seal, Qin Xin's eyes appeared flustered: "You have no right to do this! I can return the rewards I won!"
