As the fine tip of the brush traced across the zombie’s face, its once-ferocious features softened. The torn corner of its mouth gradually filled and smoothed beneath the strokes of A’Chun’s brush.

With the face powder from Bright Moon Pavilion, even its iron-blue skin tone was no longer a problem. In no time, a visage taking on sixty percent resemblance to its former self emerged.

With long brows extending to the temples and a high straight nose bridge, it looked every bit the heroic, gallant general of old.

The Corpse Drivers gathered around the table fell silent for a long while.