Nothing could surprise her more than seeing herself standing right in front of her. Shi Lan unconsciously reached out and touched her face. Her skin was still relatively smooth, but a raised scar ran across her entire face. Shi Lan froze instantly.

Seeing the sudden change in her expression, Jia Lan frowned and touched her forehead with concern, "Xiao Ping, are you alright?"

Shi Lan subconsciously turned her head to avoid her touch, forcing a smile, "I'm fine."

Jia Lan breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly oblivious to Xiao Ping's evasiveness and genuinely happy for her. She turned to Hao Ze and said, "That's good, Xiao Ping is alright."

Haoze nodded slightly, his gaze as cold as an unmelting glacier on a snow-capped mountain, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Lan hugged her arms tightly, mustered her courage, and stared intently at him. Between his thick eyebrows was a pattern identical to Zhu Yi's.

The color of this pattern is extremely deep, so deep that it is almost etched into the center of the forehead and deeply ingrained in the mind.

Shi Lan felt a chill run down her spine, suddenly having a bad feeling.

Haoze seemed to dislike being stared at. Noticing Shi Lan's gaze, he immediately turned around, his long sleeves fluttering as he moved, revealing several slender and beautiful fingers.

"Alright, it's getting late. I've ordered my servant to prepare some tonics. Now is the perfect time to head back."

Upon hearing this, Jia Lan's face fell. She leaned closer, grabbed his sleeve with her fingers, and gently shook it.

"I'm all better now, I don't need to drink that rubbish anymore."

Haoze lowered his head, and through Shi Lan's gaze, he could see the slightly upturned corners of his lips. "No, your body is too weak. With your talent, you could become a God-King in a hundred years or so. How can such a frail physique cope with the Ninefold Tribulation?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Lan's expression changed, and she quickly lowered her head and nodded obediently.

Haoze smiled slightly when he saw that she was obedient.

Shi Lan secretly grimaced. "So honest, like a rabbit. What a waste of that face."

She would never admit that she had a sour grapes mentality, which was extremely sour.

With a droopy face, Shi Lan followed behind the two walking side by side, occasionally rolling her eyes at the delicate and obedient figure.