"Is it easy for me to find a comfortable disguise?"
Wang Ye's face darkened.
He had almost forgotten that when Maitreya was at Spirit Mountain, he had always played the humble fool, keeping an extremely low profile. He had been polite and courteous to everyone.
It was only later, when Maitreya stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table, that he encountered Wang Ye when things turned into a knife fight.
That had led Wang Ye to subconsciously assume that the bald donkey had been the same at Spirit Mountain.
He had not expected it to become a flaw.
"Wouldn't it be better to show off a little normally?"
"Why insist on being so shady? What a bore."
Wang Ye muttered a few words, completely withdrawing his spiritual power. His previously straight back hunched slightly, and his features softened further, making him look exceptionally gentle.
Probably
similar to the expression Maitreya had worn when Wang Ye first met him.
"Mm, and the cultivation level has to be the Bodhisattva Realm. This is too hard."
At that moment, Wang Ye nearly collapsed.
Why had he chosen to impersonate Maitreya? It was obviously a face that drew attention. Everyone's gaze would immediately focus on him.
The slightest inconsistency would be noticed at once.
Which of the people present lacked scheming?
If they spotted so many flaws and still did not question his identity, Spirit Mountain would have been slaughtered by Heaven long ago.
Filled with regret, Wang Ye's version of Maitreya moved into the room next to Long-Eared's version of Maitreya.
The two disguises huddled together for warmth, trembling as they tried to survive this winter in peace.
But things did not go as planned.
The meeting originally scheduled for four days later was convened early.
The main reason was that