On the way back, the Silk Embroideress was very curious about Taoist Yan Song's face-changing.
"Martial Uncle Yan Song, what was the deal with those masks?" the Silk Embroideress asked, curiously looking Taoist Yan Song up and down. "There were so many! Where do you hide them?"
Taoist Yan Song was still wearing his Primordial Scarf, but the back and sides were now covered with black cloth that tucked into his robes—a clear departure from his usual attire.
The Silk Embroideress had previously assumed Taoist Yan Song was just getting old and felt the cold, but now it was clear he had dressed this way specifically for the purpose of Magical Combat.
"Those are a type of mask, my own special trick," Taoist Yan Song said with a grin, leaning closer to the Silk Embroideress. With a simple shake of his head, a blue mask instantly materialized on his face.
The Silk Embroideress jumped in fright, letting out a small gasp and taking a step back.
