He changed out of the long robe that was almost a rag. Qi Xiu prepared a basin of hot water, ready to shave the beard from his face.
Tying up his messy long hair, Qi Xiu had just lowered his head when his expression suddenly froze.
The reflection in the water was his true appearance.
After so many days of secluded cultivation, he had long since torn off the Hundred Faces Mask.
No wonder Song Tingye looked at me strangely just now.
Qi Xiu smiled helplessly.
If I'm exposed, then so be it.
He had been disguising himself all this time just to be extra cautious. Now, however, there was no need to be so timid and secretive.
After washing his face, shaving his beard, and changing into a clean, tidy long robe, Qi Xiu stood before the mirror and examined himself.
