That enormous pale arm fell into the courtyard. The courtyard had been fairly spacious, but it immediately seemed cramped.
The palm of the arm was clenched into a fist. Now, it slowly spread open.
As the palm unfolded, dozens of fingers could be seen—yet every single finger was itself an arm.
These arms were much smaller, but each one was clenched into a tight fist.
When those fists opened, each finger could likewise be seen to be a smaller arm.
Thus, before Hong Zhuang's eyes, the enormous pale arm spread its palm like a blossoming flower.
In the pale palm, which was almost half the size of the courtyard, a mouth appeared. It had lips like a human's, exceptionally red and moist, resembling the lips of some woman.
The mouth opened and spat out a pink tongue. It was curled back at first, but then began to unfurl, like a carpet continuously being rolled out. Only when its tip reached Hong Zhuang did it stop.
Two things lay quietly atop the long tongue.
The first was a red cloak. Its material could not be identified, but faces periodically bulged from its surface—sometimes women's faces, sometimes men's. Female faces appeared more often.
The other was a bright-red snake scale. It was only the size of a palm, covered in fine patterns and radiating a hazy, pure light.
"Finally..."
Hong Zhuang first picked up the cloak and draped it over herself. She tugged at it here and pulled at it there, looking as though she liked it very much.
"With this 'Hundred Faces Disguise,' I can deceive the 'Primordial Tent.' As long as I don't use the Heavenly Ghost Stance, I won't have to worry about being targeted by the Human Lord's technique."
"It's a pity it can't last. If too much