Zhao Qinghan's eyes sparkled with an unusual brightness, as if they were lit from within. She looked on with intense envy. Upon shedding a layer of skin, Wang Xuan's face revealed a new layer that was smooth and flawless, much like pristine jade. The fresh skin radiated a vibrant, rejuvenated aura. 1

Curious and without any reservation, Zhao Qinghan reached out, intending to inspect Wang Xuan's newly rejuvenated skin. She pinched and pulled at his cheek to get a better feel.0

Wang Xuan turned his head, puzzled. "What are you doing, Goddess Zhao? Why are you touching my face?" He noted her appearance: her body was damp, and droplets of water still clung to her hair, giving her a fresh and ethereal beauty. However, the brilliance in her eyes was almost too intense to look at directly.0

This did not seem like an act of flirtation, as Zhao Qinghan was often more reserved and aloof. 0

"What kind of technique have you been practicing?" Zhao Qinghan's voice was tinged with excitement, her typical composed demeanor momentarily forgotten, her eyes filled with eagerness to learn.0

With a playful and mysterious grin, Wang Xuan whispered, "It's the Daoist Dual Cultivation Technique."4

He wore a smile that beamed with pride, lighting up his entire face. Zhao Qinghan was momentarily stunned, then she lightly punched him in jest, rolling her eyes in disbelief.0

"Why are you asking?" Wang Xuan, undeterred by the playful punch, continued his exercises, savoring the newfound strength coursing through him. He felt invincible, confident he could now overpower a creature of masterful strength.0

Zhao Qinghan replied, "After shedding your skin, your complexion improved so dramatically. It's far more effective than any beauty treatment I've seen. I believe this technique is worth mastering!"0

Wang Xuan was momentarily at a loss for words. The earnest expression on Zhao Qinghan's face could have convinced anyone that they were discussing matters of life and death....0