On the way back, Xiuniang was very curious about Daoist Yansong's face-changing.
"Martial Uncle Yansong, what's with those masks?" Xiuniang curiously looked Daoist Yansong's face up and down. "There were so many masks! Where did you hide them?"
Although Daoist Yansong was still wearing a Hun Yuan Scarf, black cloth now wrapped the back and sides of his head, connecting to the inside of his clothes. It really was different from his usual attire.
Xiuniang had previously thought Daoist Yansong was old and afraid of the cold. Now, however, it seemed he dressed this way specifically for spell battles.
"That's called facial makeup, my own unique trick." Daoist Yansong grinned and leaned close to Xiuniang. With a mere shake of his head, a blue mask instantly appeared on his face.
Xiuniang jolted in fright, letting out a soft cry as she took a step back.
Even with the sharp eyesight granted by her cultivation, she had not seen how Daoist Yansong had suddenly put the mask on. She could not help but marvel, "That's incredible!"
Daoist Yansong burst into laughter. Raising a hand and sweeping his sleeve before his face, he returned to his original appearance.
"This is called face-changing, a unique stunt from this old Daoist's hometown. Back in the hard times, many craftsmen relied on this very skill to support their families," Daoist Yansong explained.
Even in the internet age, when videos revealing the secrets of face-changing could be found online, audiences would still cry out in amazement when watching it live—let alone in this ancient otherworld.
Moreover, Daoist Yansong had made modifications of his own. With just a little Mana, he could switch freely between seven masks. If he returned to modern Blue Star to perform, it would absolutely be a pinnacle technique in the art of