After Fang Rushi swallowed Jiang Xuan's golden elixir, he instantly regained his youthful beauty.
The sparse white hair turned into a long crow's hair, and the loose skin regained its tautness and moisture.
She waved her torn sleeves, took out a set of female disciples' uniforms from the Winter Tibetan Immortal Mansion and put them on, and pointed her finger at the Linghua mirror, which flew into the air and hung in front of her.
She turned her head slightly, pulled a long hair from the back of her head to her chest, combed it with her fingers, and combed it slowly, ten dexterous fingers like butterfly wings, braiding the lush hair into a thick braid .
Jiang Yu half hugged Jiang Xuan and stared at Fang Rushi angrily.
For the first time, she realized what it means to be incompetent and angry.