"Me?" Yan Daoxin grinned, "I don't need to. It's fine like this."
Zhu Yu, hearing their conversation, also looked over at Yan Daoxin.
Lately, they've either been locked together in a prison cart or in this dimly lit prison cell. Aside from her, disguised as a man, the other four have all grown varying degrees of scruffy beards, which she knew, and being locked together every day, it was somewhat seen but ignored.
Now that Lu Qing has shaved clean, essentially returning to his usual appearance, it made her realize how much Yan Daoxin looked different, as if he had transformed into another person.
Previously, when she saw Yan Daoxin, he was always dressed immaculately in white, with hair neatly tied in a Taoist bun, his impeccably beautiful face was clean, possessing an ethereal aloofness, like an Immortal descended from the heavens.
