Ge Bi and Wanyan Ping picked them up and put them on their faces in confusion. Song Qingshu stepped forward and gently smoothed the wrinkles in the masks for them, making them fit more closely against their skin.
With his hands caressing their cheeks, both Ge Bi and Wanyan Ping felt somewhat uncomfortable. It would have been one thing if either of them had been alone with him, but with the other sister watching, it was truly embarrassing. Fortunately, the masks concealed the bashful flush warming their faces.
After Song Qingshu had fitted the masks on them, the two women raised their heads and suddenly saw each other's appearances clearly. They were instantly startled. "Ah!" They hurriedly pointed at the masks on their faces. "Th-this is..."
Song Qingshu nodded. "That's right. These are Wanyan Dan's masks. Since you are his blood sisters, your features bear some resemblance to his, so making these masks was much easier. Besides, Wanyan Dan was frail and sickly to begin with, while you are both tall. With a little disguise, fooling the others shouldn't be a problem. I'll leave the molds for making these masks behind later, and I'll also tell you the formula for their material. You can make some yourselves in case of emergencies."
After their initial shock, the two women gradually calmed down and became curious about the miraculous masks.
Ge Bi touched her sister's cheek. Seeing her sister standing there looking exactly like the late Wanyan Dan, she could not help sighing. "No wonder I didn't recognize you at all when you disguised yourself as Wugu La. This is far too incredible."
"It's not as miraculous as you imagine," Song Qingshu said with a wry smile. "This disguise can only fool people who aren't on guard, and it is easily exposed