Gao Xian formed a hand seal and swept his hand over himself. A faint sheen of water unfurled like a curtain, quickly covering him from head to toe.
The watery sheen was like a translucent garment. Well, it was a little like the transparent raincoats from his previous life, covering him completely from top to bottom.
In the full-length bronze mirror opposite him, his figure had vanished entirely.
Yet Gao Xian could still see himself, along with the layer of translucent water that covered him.
He turned a few times in front of the mirror, but it showed no trace of his reflection.
Gao Xian's own impression was that the Shadowless Garment concealed more than just his figure. It also masked his scent, body heat, and other traces.
After leaving the room, Gao Xian took a turn around the courtyard.
Da Niu was diligent. He had swept the snow in the courtyard clean, and there wasn't a single footprint on the blue-brick ground.
Gao Xian cast the Flying Feather Art. As he did, he clearly felt the spell clash with the Shadowless Garment, their powers interfering with each other.
The Shadowless Garment rippled like water.
Gao Xian didn't know how it looked from an outsider's perspective, but to him, the garment's wavering state would surely look suspicious.
Fortunately, it soon steadied. Gao Xian pushed off lightly and sailed over the courtyard wall, landing outside with a featherlight touch.
Someone was responsible for clearing Long Street, so there was no snow on the road. But snow had piled up along both sides.
Gao Xian stepped into it, leaving a deep footprint. The Shadowless Garment was truly marvelous. Its surface was smooth and supple, and not a speck of snow stuck to it.
Gao Xian made a circuit of Long Street and