A slightly narcissistic Lu Ren reached out to open the vanity drawer, where inside were some decorative items commonly used by women.
A few hairpins, a fork, and some trinkets for styling hair.
To Lu Ren's surprise, the drawer also contained a few boxes of rouge and other cosmetic powders.
"I thought these Immortal Gods were naturally beautiful, with skin like creamy jade, yet they still use these rouges and powders."
Lu Ren grinned, picked up the rouge and played with it a bit, then sniffed it under his nose before frowning and putting it down.
Perhaps this rouge was once extremely precious, but after so much time, no matter how fragrant it once was, it had turned rancid and unpleasant.
Muttering a low sentence, he put down the rouge. After confirming there were no other items on the vanity, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw a white shadow in the copper mirror.
Lu Ren's gaze narrowed slightly, his body froze, and he turned to look behind him.
Nothing at all!?
