With his tall, sturdy build, sharply defined features, and that iconic single eye, the Demon Hunter elder who had just arrived looked extremely familiar to Hao Ren—not anyone else, but Hassu, the original owner of Hao Ren's equipment!
Of course, this was Hassu six hundred years ago.
The moment Hao Ren saw the Old Hunter appear, he nearly jumped out of his skin. His first reaction was to hide as much of his Demon Hunter disguise as possible—but while he could put away the sword, knife, and hand crossbow, there was no way to conceal his clothes or the badge that identified him. Especially the clothes. He couldn't exactly strip naked in public, could he?
At that moment, he regretted more than anything that he had gone out of his way to put on this outfit earlier...
But regret was all he could do. Hao Ren knew that, in order to improve his chances of bluffing his way in, he had been forced to put on the complete outfit. Even if he had known beforehand that a Demon Hunter elder was nearby, he still would have done the same.
But who the hell could have known that this Demon Hunter elder was Hassu?!
Hassu also spotted Hao Ren, the only Demon Hunter present with an unfamiliar face. Hao Ren's East Asian features were not a problem, because the Demon Hunters were a race without any particular hereditary appearance. They could gradually transform to match the standard appearance of the people around them for a period of time—and could also stop the process themselves. The transformation required no external shapeshifting or disguise. Hao Ren's Asian features merely suggested that he might have spent a long time operating in Asia. What truly interested Hassu was the clothing worn by this Wanderer Hunter...