After all, the effect was particularly good—at that time, his face was white, and then his hands were yellow—it was just as funny.
"No need, who knows what it’ll turn into."
Moh Li was already feeling despair. Who knew what it would turn into? He was already prepared; should he go buy a hat to wear and say he developed a rash? Anyway, Ouyang had already gone back today.
"Hey, are you not trusting me or what? With my short temper, I feel like beating you up—believe it or not? Come on, let me teach you how to behave."
Bai Zhi, angered, started rolling up her sleeves, preparing to have a life talk with her junior brother.
"What are you doing?"
Moh Li watched Bai Zhi warily; of course, she couldn’t really see his expression, just a blob of white.
"Moh Li, don’t you want to know what level you’re at? I won’t let you down; only through practice can you grow, right?"
Bai Zhi’s gaze carried seriousness; she really thought so.
She also wanted to know if she had made any progress that month.
Just then, Moh Li realized Bai Zhi was serious.
Before he was ready, Bai Zhi had already rushed over. Bai Zhi didn’t really have any strategies—just directly fought. But Moh Li was different. He had been trained, and even though the old man hadn’t taught him yet, he had a foundation from his childhood.
For a while, Bai Zhi actually couldn’t do anything with Moh Li because Moh Li dodged too quickly. But Moh Li wasn’t that much better; Bai Zhi’s strength had increased especially after this month’s training. She was fast and you could feel the weight in her blows. Being hit was absolutely painful.
In the end, neither could overcome the other, and Bai Zhi had to stop. It seemed sheer strength was not enough.
Moh Li was stunned; he also realized he was still not enough.
The two looked at each other; were they really still too weak?
"You can go wash your face; I’m going to freshen up."
Bai Zhi turned and left, drenched in sweat, and hadn’t even managed to hit Moh Li, which was frustrating.
Luckily, there were facilities to wash up here; they always kept clothes here because each trip to the mountain was exhausting.
Moh Li was stunned; was it over just like that?
Wasn’t there supposed to be a decisive outcome? Why did she just leave?
Moh Li didn’t understand and could only go wash his face. After washing, he found the water was particularly black. When he checked the old man’s room, it had actually recovered.
And it had even whitened a bit. Was Bai Zhi that amazing?
Yes, in the old man’s room, there was actually a full-length mirror. It was really nonsensical.
Just like Bai Zhi thought, his face had whitened, while his hands and feet looked even more yellow. He could only apply the mixture again. When Bai Zhi changed clothes and was preparing to cook in the kitchen, she found Moh Li waiting for her there.
"Isn’t this whitened? Any more problems?"
She couldn’t believe her; sorry, she was not in a wonderful mood now.
"How did you do it? Without measuring, aren’t you afraid the dose is wrong?"
If he could also learn this, wouldn’t his future handling be better?
"How should I put it—it’s talent, got it? You can only envy."
Bai Zhi directly glanced at him and walked past him.
"By the way, next time dig a bit more, I want to plant some veggies."
Someone’s working anyway, shouldn’t waste it, right?
"I’m supposed to plant herbs, and you want me to plant vegetables?"
Moh Li’s face darkened; did she really think he had nothing better to do?
"It’s all the same, there’s plenty of land anyway, just give me a piece."