"Put it on, being naked isn't a good look," Hong Da handed his filthy, stinking beggar's cloak to the bare-naked Li Huowang.
Li Huowang thanked him, and draped the cloak, festooned with Rusty Knives, over his body.
It was just as he was reaching out to get dressed that Li Huowang saw his own arm, which was a mess of flesh and blood.
It seemed something had been etched onto the skin there, but it had been burned until completely fused together.
"Strange, what's this about?" Li Huowang slowly lowered his hand, puzzled, and wrapped Hong Da's cloak around himself.
No longer bare, Li Huowang was about to turn and follow Record of Appearance's pace, but after only a couple of steps, he suddenly halted, "No! Something's off!!"
Li Huowang quickly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the agglutinated wound, and pulled out a dagger to slice open a new cut from the adjacent skin.
