After listening to Ling Chuxi’s words, those dejected disciples lit up. ‘Yes! When our sect becomes stronger, others will come to visit, and we can increase our experience then. Only then can we truly be proud!’ After adopting this mindset, the hearts of those disciples were once again filled with determination.
Su Yizhi secretly nodded. Ling Chuxi had become more mature and had smoothly integrated into her role as the sect master. With just a few words, the fighting spirit of these young disciples was awakened again.
“Jiang Wuhen, are you really not coming along?” Su Xiu’er asked Jiang Wuhen. Although he was often funny or annoying, Jiang Wuhen not being there her made her feel as if something were missing. It was probably because she was accustomed to bullying him. Without him, there was no one else to bully. That was what Su Xiu’er thought.
“I won’t be going. I will stay back and look after the house.” Jiang Wuhen gave a carefree smile, but Ling Chuxi could see that he was actually a little sad.
Others didn’t know why Jiang Wuhen wanted to stay behind, but Ling Chuxi did. He was originally the legitimate second young master of the Clear Wind Sect. To escape from marriage, he had run away from home and changed his name to Jiang Wuhen to draw a clear line between his family and himself. If he returned to the Sacred Realm of Sects, it was inevitable that he would be recognized by his true identity, and he did not want to cause trouble for the Golden Pill Sect.
“This is for you.” Ling Chuxi handed Jiang Wuhen a small object.
“What is this?” Jiang Wuhen took it with a strange expression. He opened it to take a look and saw that it was a delicate mask.
“Give it a try,” Ling Chuxi urged.
She used to help Mu Liufeng make face masks, and had left a few unfinished face masks untouched. No one knew if any accidents would happen along the road when they went to the major sects this time, so finishing those unfinished masks was not a bad thing as preparation. Opportunities were always reserved for those who were prepared.
Jiang Wuhen put on the mask, and looked surprised.
Ling Chuxi had always thought about Jiang Wuhen’s awkward situation when he returned to the Sacred Realm of Sects, so this mask had been specially tailored for him.
Putting on the mask, Jiang Wuhen didn’t feel anything strange. He touched his cheek and could still feel his body temperature; his sense of touch was not dulled at all. If the mask hadn’t been put on by himself personally, he would have doubted whether he was even wearing a mask at all.
Su Xiu’er and the rest were dumbfounded. The person in front of them looked somewhat similar to Jiang Wuhen, yet the difference was obvious. Even someone standing right in front of him would certainly say that it was not Jiang Wuhen, just someone that looked similar to him. But in the eyes of Su Xiu’er and the rest, they didn’t think it was unnatural. The feeling was almost the same as seeing Jiang Wuhen. Even with the mask on, they could still see Jiang Wuhen’s expressions.
This face mask was truly realistic.
Ling Chuxi was also very satisfied. With the improvement of her medical skills and cultivation, her making of face masks had become more vivid. This mask was originally tailored to Jiang Wuhen’s facial features but some minor changes to it had been made, that’s why it was that realistic. It covered up Jiang Wuhen’s true countenance yet retained his charm.
“Wow! I want one too!” Lan Xinyu yelled, shocked at Jiang Wuhen’s transformation.
“That depends on my mood,” Ling Chuxi glanced at her and said casually.
“You bully!” Lan Xinyu wailed and pounced at Ling Chuxi.
