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Zhao Rong was currently full of black lines.
However, he quickly pondered over Gui's tone; it didn't seem like sarcasm or a joke.
"What do you mean by that?"
Gui said directly: "There's something very odd about this. The medicinal effects of the Pure White Cold Palace theoretically should only heal the injuries of someone near death, restore the condition of their physical body to normal. The focus is on the words 'to normal'."
Zhao Rong seemed thoughtful.
It continued seriously: "So, it can only return your physical body to its original state, not make the user handsome and charming."
