The usage of Fumigating Face Soup is very unique, quite different from other medicines.
Bai Mo dipped the sponge in his right hand in the medicinal soup held in his left hand, then applied it to his face.
The sponge got closer and closer to his face, about to touch his jawline, entering his visual blind spot.
Just then, the shape of the sponge quietly transformed, suddenly revealing outlines and bumps as it stealthily reshaped itself into a... long and ancient hand.
It was unmistakably the hand of an Ancient Immortal, burned in magma, turned into smoke rising to the heavens, now reborn through the sponge, aiming to touch Bai Mo's face!
Bai Mo muttered to himself, his words only heard by the wind howling high above.
"...Volcanic Smoke Sponge, commonly documented in literature, has one hundred and thirty-four forms.
"Some Ancient Immortals have summarized one hundred and sixty-seven types.
"Others have concluded three hundred and sixty-five kinds.
