Seeing that Old Zheng was already ushering him out, Zhou Chen could only obediently put away the token and bow. "Your disciple takes his leave."
He wondered what exactly the "catastrophe" Old Zheng had mentioned was, and what the real world was. But he was even more curious about what this token actually did.
And the strength Old Zheng had just displayed... it had also made Zhou Chen realize that the old man was far more than he appeared to be.
All sorts of questions lingered in his mind, but even after racking his brains, Zhou Chen could make neither heads nor tails of them. He simply put them aside for now.
Not long after Zhou Chen left, a beautiful girl suddenly emerged from the room.
Yet the features on her exquisite face seemed somewhat dull and stiff, like those of a finely crafted puppet. She still seemed unused to making expressions. The girl complained, "Father, this skin you made for Yingying feels so strange. I wanted to meet Senior Brother Zhou just now. He's so handsome, and his character is so outstanding that even your daughter's heart was stirred."
Old Zheng raised his eyes and looked fondly at Zheng Yingying beside him. "That boy's aptitude is indeed quite good, and he must have had a few fortunate encounters of his own. He's impressive enough here, but that might not hold true in the future... once you regain your original form, your cultivation will advance a thousand miles a day. That boy won't catch up even on horseback!"
Seeing that Zheng Yingying was still touching her face, Old Zheng added, "The skin feels uncomfortable, does it? That Painted-Skin Ghost went to enormous trouble just to barely paint this skin for you. Try to get used to it for now."
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