Watching the ship draw closer, Ye Qianning thought for a moment before turning and heading back into the cabin. She put on the human-skin mask the old Taoist had given her.
A stunningly beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror. She reached out and touched it. Even though she had seen countless beauties in her past, none could compare to this face.
From her delicate features as a child, she had known she would grow up to be a great beauty, but her current appearance still surpassed her expectations.
She wondered if her dad and the others would even recognize her.
The little monkey rested its chin in its hands off to the side, its eyes fixed on her with a look of utter fascination.
The moment Ye Qianning put on the human-skin mask, the little monkey's small face immediately fell, and it let out a dissatisfied CHITTER CHITTER.
