When Xue Fanxin heard Su Baifeng's words, she was incensed and decided to teach her a lesson.
If you dare to call me ugly, I'll make you ugly.
"What are you doing?" Ye Jiushang saw Xue Fanxin take out a bag of medicinal powder from her space and asked curiously.
"This is the itching powder that I developed with the herbs I plundered from the Hundred Herbs Hall during my free time. I added some ingredients to it, increasing the effects by ten times. If I sprinkle it on Su Baifeng's face, she will scratch her own face and become an ugly monster."
"That's a good idea, but how exactly are you going to do that?"
"This is indeed a problem." Xue Fanxin stroked her chin and racked her mind on how to do the deed without anyone noticing.
"Give it to me." Ye Jiushang took the bag from Xue Fanxin's hand and opened it, gently waving at the itching powder.
