Not long after, Fang Zhixing left the Mi Shou Hall carrying a jar of Lingli Armor.
The shopkeeper and the apothecary's assistant had smiles blooming on their faces like chrysanthemums as they walked him out to the gate.
Fang Zhixing returned to Yixiang House at top speed, went straight to the second-floor bedroom of the study, and shut the door.
Xigou followed him, curious, "What's in the jar?"
Fang Zhixing replied, "It's not food, none of your business."
Upon hearing this, Xigou became even more curious, sniffing around the jar.
Fang Zhixing ignored him, removed his clothes, opened the lid of the jar, and grabbed a handful of golden powder to smear on his body.
Whoosh~
A large amount of powder spilled onto his body, quickly staining his skin gold.
The sunlight from outside shone in, and suddenly, Xigou's eyes were nearly blinded.
"Holy cow!"
Xigou turned his head away and lay on the ground, his dog eyes squinting into thin slits.
