Seeing Tang Yu standing beneath the tree and reciting a line of poetry, Liu Mingzhu's gaze grew even more dazed.
He had been like this back then as well—dressed in green, strikingly elegant, able to compose poems and verses at will.
In her eyes, Tang Yu's figure overlapped with that man's once more, and for a moment, she could not tell who was who.
"Madam, come inside and try the gift I prepared for you."
Tang Yu called out to her.
Liu Mingzhu seemed to awaken from a dream. She nodded and unconsciously followed Tang Yu inside.
Once inside, Tang Yu had Liu Mingzhu sit and wait for him.
After a while, he emerged carrying seven or eight bottles and jars, along with some spirit herbs.
"What are these?"
Liu Mingzhu looked at Tang Yu with a puzzled expression.
"Didn't I just say it? Nothing in this world is harder to keep than beauty fading from the mirror and blossoms falling from the trees."
Tang Yu smiled faintly. "The more beautiful a woman is, the more she fears growing old. I imagine Madam is no exception."
Liu Mingzhu nodded. What female cultivator did not worry about growing old and ugly?
There were actually quite a few pills that preserved one's looks and enhanced beauty, and they sold for rather steep prices.
Female cultivators all cared deeply about their appearance.
Some female cultivators were ancient monsters thousands of years old, yet their looks remained unchanged. Why was that?
It was nothing more than constantly circulating their cultivation techniques and using true essence to maintain their appearance and figure.
Some female cultivators found such efforts too exhausting, so they simply let their bodies age and walked the world in the form of old crones.
If there were pills or other treasures that