Outside the east gate of Yanxi Commandery City, a sheet of yellow paper bearing a portrait had been pasted to the wall. There were three times as many city soldiers guarding the east gate as usual, and they inspected every passerby far more carefully.
A bald monk of medium build, dressed in a white monk's robe and carrying a long case on his back, stood quietly in line waiting to enter the city. Now and then, his peripheral vision swept over the heavily bearded man on the city wall, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Nearly half a month had passed since his encounter with Bai Jiantao on the river. He had yet to return to the Divine Constable Gate, and now the higher-ups had posted his wanted notice.
Yet the moment he saw that wanted notice, he could not help wanting to hit someone. Eyes like bronze bells, a nose carved by a blade, and black spots on his face that looked like pockmarks.
He could not help complaining inwardly. Though I may not be devastatingly handsome, I'm at least imposing and well-featured. How did I end up looking like this in your hands? Did the person who drew this use their feet?
Of course, that was only a joke. The Divine Constable Gate would not make such a low-level mistake. The only possibility was that someone within the Divine Constable Gate was deliberately running interference for him and had not truly branded him as a major criminal who had to be captured at all costs.
At that thought, Xiang Yang could not help rubbing his smooth bald head. To alter his appearance, he had used Bone Shrinking Technique and tendon-shifting methods to assume an ordinary physique, then subtly adjusted his features by circulating his blood and qi,