"Alright, let's change the face mask."
Lin Qingluo accepted her disciples' suggestions with a beaming smile.
Her Spiritual Power drew back the flower petals, exploded in her palm, and transformed into a fresh liquid, solidifying into a new face mask that she applied to Lin Yixuan's face.
The delicate youth was transformed into a handsome little scholar, making his obsidian-like eyes especially striking.
"Good, this one's good."
The brothers' eyes lit up, and they clapped their hands in approval.
"Next up, Brother Meng, your turn."
Lin Qingluo applied a face mask for Wang Meng with a smile as her Spiritual Power transformed into a liquid.
His features remained the same, but he seemed more mature, looking like a young man past his coming-of-age.
"Nice."
Lin Jinlong slapped his thigh in admiration, "This face mask suits Mengzi's height perfectly."
"True."
