When it came to his fourth uncle, his gaze inevitably clashed with Fu Jing's. In just a few days, Fu Jing had lost weight, and there was a subtle change in his aura.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。