Zhang Xian hesitated for a moment, then pulled out his phone to dial Mo Shaoyun's number.
Shortly after, Mo Shaoyun walked in.
At the sight of Mo Shaoyun, the old monk was astounded. Upon a closer look, he was even more amazed.
The woman standing before him was stunning, with impeccable grace and beauty. Her skin was extraordinarily fair and delicate, showing no signs of imperfection. She looked as exquisite as a work of art.
Mo Shaoyun frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. If she didn't know what the old monk was looking at, she might have lost her temper by now.
"Ahem…"
Realizing Mo Shaoyun's dissatisfaction, the old monk quickly cleared his throat and said, "Hmm, young benefactor, you are right, this lady's skin is indeed impeccable."
"Of course. Moreover, beautifying the skin is just a side effect of the Beauty-Preserving Elixir."
Zhang Xian said, "Now, just tell me if your Great Buddha Temple will auction it. I can't prove the youth-preserving effect of the elixir."
