"Human-skin mask?" Chen Fan was slightly taken aback. This was supposed to be a disguise tool commonly used by martial artists in ancient times a thousand years ago, but to cultivators, it should have been utterly useless.
As long as a cultivator swept it with Divine Sense, this kind of mask could never conceal one's true appearance.
"Hehe, kid, this isn't an ordinary human-skin mask. This old man spent several years researching before refining this thing. Take a good look." The Yellow-toothed Old Man smiled as he handed the mask to Chen Fan.
When Chen Fan took the mask, it felt as though he were taking hold of a layer of cotton—astonishingly light. The human-skin mask was also smooth and soft, as thin as gauze.
What surprised him was that the back of the mask was covered in densely packed patterns, like some kind of array.
"You shrank the Concealment Array and inscribed it onto this?" Chen Fan asked in surprise. The Yellow-toothed Old Man's artifact refining was actually so profound. Chen Fan admitted that, at least when it came to this human-skin mask, he could not achieve such a thing.
"Huh? Kid, you could actually recognize this array as the Concealment Array." The Yellow-toothed Old Man was somewhat surprised as well. He felt that Chen Fan was a little too heaven-defying. At such a young age, not only was his cultivation impressive, but his talent in Talismans was exceptional. Now, he even seemed quite accomplished in arrays.
"Kid, tell me honestly—are you really some old monster who's lived for hundreds of years?" the Yellow-toothed Old Man asked suspiciously.
Chen Fan remained silent and ignored him, continuing to examine the human-skin mask. Then he directly placed it over his face, immediately feeling a trace of coolness spread across his entire