"Who are you?"
"That's too much, ma'am!"
"Haha, just kidding. Uh, Zhao Qiansun. All right, who are you?"
Lu PingAn opened his eyes. For a moment, he genuinely failed to recognize her.
He used the Eye of Truth to observe things, yet he had only noticed this woman when she stood right in front of him. That was a major problem in itself.
"Too clean."
No scent, no tactile presence, not even normal "radar fluctuations." Her entire body seemed to be enclosed within three or four layers of cages.
Layered defenses. They looked like Water Membrane, snowflakes, ice crystals?
Even standing before him, even though she was clearly a high-level Professional, Lu PingAn strangely could not sense the slightest fluctuation of "pollution" from her.
"Was it cancellation? Using her own defenses to cancel out the fluctuations of her own abilities?"
Lu PingAn slightly widened the scope of his "observation" before finally seeing this "sterile person" clearly.
Even with her head lowered and one leg limping, she was still around six feet three. Her figure resembled the supermodels in his memories, and those long legs even made Lu PingAn wonder whether she was from the Long-Hand Tribe. It seemed the local soil and water really did raise people well.
"Xue'er? Cough. Mei Yuge, long time no see."
Looking at the woman before him, who was growing increasingly "dangerous," Lu PingAn decided he had better not be too flippant.
Her defenses had indeed blocked Lu PingAn's scan at first, but once he raised the output to the level of Shipborne Radar, he naturally pierced through that veil of thin ice.
That face was somewhat familiar, yet also unfamiliar.
The contours of her features were familiar. Everything else was strange. Who would have thought that trembling little chick in the cardboard box could