Andre's cosmetic skills were truly something Li Ziran could not approve of. His so-called pointed chin simply involved cutting away some flesh, then healing it with Sacred Potion.
With such crude methods, let alone Woz's close attendants, even an outsider could probably spot the difference.
The key to a pointed chin lay in the bones. As long as the bone structure was altered, followed by a little simple fat reduction, it could be achieved easily.
The carriage swayed along the road while Li Ziran studied his reflection in the mirror. Another image came from the memory orb Andre had given him, helping him familiarize himself with his new identity.
The Corpse Witch was carefully reshaping the bones of his chin and lengthening the corners of his eyes. That was the most important part.
In Li Ziran's eyes, Woz's long, narrow eyes were the most terrifying. They looked as though they had been cleaved by a blade, their eyeballs pale, carrying a fierce Killing Intent.
The corneas needed replacing, and the blood vessels on the eyeballs needed to be rearranged slightly as well.
Then there was the forehead, which needed a little padding. All told, there were more than a dozen alterations needed on his face alone.
This was all delicate work.
Ordinary people might not notice, but Li Ziran felt that altered or unaltered, they were completely different people.
This time, he first had to meet Feng, then meet his former subordinates, accept his appointment as vice chairman of the Triangle Council, and finally begin taking systematic responsibility for negotiations with the Elves.
Feng was not at the Elemental Tower, but in the reception hall of a building beside the Triangle Council. In his capacity as a special editor-in-chief, he would conduct a systematic interview before the appointment, while also