Was it as she thought?
"Master, my birthmark..."
Murong Jiu subconsciously touched her face, and her heartbeat inadvertently quickened.
The old master nodded:
"That's right, actually, what's on your face isn't a real birthmark, but birth poison that came from the womb. Birth poison is the hardest to cure. I actually know how to remove it, but the problem is that the required herbs are too rare. Occasionally, I heard that those few herbs are in the Lanan Mountains, so I pretended to wander the world just because I was afraid of giving you hope and then disappointing you."
Listening, Murong Jiu remembered how her master had disappeared without a trace in her last life—it was actually for her sake, and she felt a lump in her nose.