Chapter 180: A Beauty's Portrait
The dark red, ugly skin that looked as though a centipede had crawled over it was actually torn off.
Revealing skin as white and flawless as that of a baby.
"Ah!" the Ghost Woman exclaimed.
Without a second thought, she fled in panic.
"What?" The Scar-faced Ghost was somewhat anxious.
"It should be recovered," Small Knife hesitated, then checked his subordinates through the Little Knife Studio (Team).
The person didn't hide their status, clearly it was restored.
"The Spirit Water is indeed remarkable."
Though I dilute it for more convenient profit.
Unbeknownst to Small Knife, he diluted the Entry-level Spirit Water into Celestial Grade Mortal Water, even though a pound became a thousand pounds.
If those cultivators knew, they would definitely shout angrily, squandering a treasure.
Mortal Water is trash for mortals, how can it compare to Entry-level Spirit Water?
