Gathering his wits, Shen Ping looked at the petite Foundation Establishment female cultivator before him, whose cheeks still seemed touched by childhood, and cupped his fists, asking, "Fellow Daoist, does my glabella look darkened by misfortune?"
The female cultivator, whose aquamarine hair fell loosely over her shoulders, shook her youthful face. "This little girl is not skilled in face-reading or palmistry."
"If that is the case..."
Chapter 161