"Who are you?"
Shopkeeper Chen stared at Yang Heng with a stern expression and asked.
He had originally only wanted to hook a big fish, yet a shark had come instead. The hook might break and cost him his life; he did not dare be careless.
Yang Heng had no intention of revealing his identity. If his identity were exposed and Shopkeeper Chen escaped in the end, he would be left stuck in the mud.
He would not place himself in danger for a momentary thrill.
"Who am I?"
"Take a guess." Yang Heng sneered.
Whenever he went out, he used his blood and qi to contract his body's vital essence and alter his appearance. Ordinary people found it difficult to recognize him unless they were experts at disguises who could deduce his true features.
Or unless his blood and qi were exhausted and he could no longer maintain his appearance.
Therefore, with a single glance, Shopkeeper Chen could not recognize Yang Heng's true identity at all.
This face was utterly ordinary, the sort seen everywhere. Mixed into a crowd, it would not stand out in the slightest.
Yet he could never have imagined that the man before him had been one of his apprentices just a month ago.
Three months ago, he had even threatened him.
Seeing the other man's cold expression and the blazing killing intent in his eyes, it was clear at a glance that he bore a deep grudge against him. Shopkeeper Chen swiftly searched through his memories, yet he could not find anyone who matched.
He knew full well that the other party had changed his appearance, but his cultivation at the Early Blood Strengthening stage could not be mistaken.
However, a martial artist's moves and fighting habits were often difficult to change. Even if