The sky outside the window now was littered with stars, twinkling brightly.
Wang Ye pondered for a long time, yet he still couldn't find a way to break through the final layer.
"Maybe I should go out and clear my mind. Perhaps it will resolve the confusion in my head."
Wang Ye approached the dressing table.
A handsome face appeared in the bronze mirror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Wang Ye shook his head slightly.
His face was covered with a beard, and his hair hadn't been washed for half a month.
So he took a bath immediately, washing his skin spotlessly clean, and shaved off the beard.
A youthful face appeared in the mirror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, surprise flashed in Wang Ye's eyes; he looked merely sixteen.
Sixteen—the peak of his appearance.
"Could this Cultivation Technique make me younger?"
Wang Ye muttered to himself.
Then he used some salt to clean his teeth thoroughly.
