Huiye Shi lay flat on a stone desk in the garden of the Shiyu Compound with a bronze mirror in hand, sighing at the sight of her own reflection. "It's been days, but only a small bit of hair has grown back. How long will it take until I can finally meet people again? Waaah!" Crying was just a regular affair for her nowadays.

"It's time. Do you want me to apply the ointment for you?" Feiling gently asked.

"Of course! This secret hair growth ointment that I went through hell and back for had better work!"

Feiling ground a few tribulation herbs into paste, then rubbed them between her hands before applying it to Huiye Shi's scalp. As the herbs were green, it looked like a patch of grass was growing out of her head. Seeing how smooth and oily it was, Feiling couldn't help but chuckle.

"What’re you laughing...