"Your taste is truly... unique."
Zheng Xiu was speechless. He watched as Feng Bei, oblivious to the deeper meaning in his words, bought it without a second thought. But of course, Zheng Xiu wouldn't carry it on his person. The moment he canceled his [Divine Travel], his Incarnation would vanish, leaving the mask behind on the ground. How was that any different from letting the cat out of the bag? Wouldn't he be exposed instantly?
The two of them lingering at the street stalls was just a disguise. Zheng Xiu hadn't expected Feng Bei to actually spend money on these trinkets.
After walking a few more steps, Feng Bei threaded the two masks together and hung them from her waist.
She spun around in place before Zheng Xiu, then turned her back to him and said with a smile, "Brother Zheng, how does it look?"
