Pan Shi had nearly recovered. As long as he stayed inside the room, his strength would not be restricted in any way.
His body, which had previously been more than thirty feet tall and immensely muscular, had now returned to its normal size. Still, he looked exceptionally strong, like a giant.
Yang An took the command token from his robes, immediately drawing the attention of Pan Yu and Pan Shi.
When Pan Yu saw that Yang An was holding a thin object that resembled human facial skin, she initially failed to notice anything unusual.
But the longer she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. Even Pan Shi suddenly lifted his head to look at Pan Yu, then at the object in Yang An's hand.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, why are you holding my junior sister's face skin?"
He spoke in an utterly incredulous tone, as though he believed the thing in Yang An's hand had been forcibly peeled from Pan Yu's face.
Pan Yu wore the same expression of surprise, but she suddenly seemed to think of something, and an odd blush spread across her face.
Fellow Daoist Yang had actually... actually copied her appearance onto this object that looked like a magic artifact, then kept it close to his body. This... was so embarrassing.
"..."
Watching the two senior and junior siblings display entirely different expressions—especially Pan Yu's evasive gaze, which did not dare meet his—it was obvious they were not even on the same wavelength. Black lines immediately formed across Yang An's forehead, leaving him speechless.
Sure enough, these two were still the same as before. Though they had not met for a long time, they were still exactly as he remembered in front of him.
It could only be the two of them.
Yang An gave