Xuan Huang Path.
A mud figure sat at the end of this path.
The disc beneath the mud figure's feet had already disappeared without a trace.
The mud figure did not know how long it had been sitting in silence; time seemed to have lost its meaning to him.
Suddenly!
The mud figure stood up, and chunks of mud fell from its entire body, scattering on the ground, revealing a handsome face.
"It seems even fairer than before, no wonder in my previous life, so many businesses were pushing mud masks. Why bother with all that fuss when a handful of mud on the face for an ancient Chinese hour or so would make the skin fair."
Chu Ning smiled slightly. He was just joking with himself, the primary purpose of face masks in his previous life was not skin whitening or hydration but to give women a quiet twenty minutes. (PS: As a married man, Old Lamp's sincere advice is to not explain the uselessness of face masks to women; what you're buying is peace and quiet.)