"Since you're entering the Great Sword Arena's preliminary selection, you should conceal your cultivation at the True Profound Realm. As for your appearance, put on a little makeup so everyone doesn't fail to recognize you." My thoughts entered Xing'er's mind.
Xing'er was quite puzzled and couldn't help feeling strange. "Master, I'm not good at concealment techniques... And what purpose would hiding my cultivation serve?"
"It's to buy us time. Sometimes, keeping a low profile is more effective than intimidation. The Aristocratic Clans are hardly lacking in high-level immortals. If they want revenge against you, we'll have to gamble that they won't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Once we withstand the first wave of retaliation, we'll be able to handle the second as well. By then, I believe this child Shen Xiaoyu should be about ready to return." I smiled. I knew the Aristocratic Clans' methods all too well. They wouldn't care which power's territory they were operating under when it came to these underhanded schemes.
"Then am I supposed to put on old-lady makeup...?" Xing'er looked utterly innocent. It had taken great effort for her to recover an acceptable middle-aged woman's appearance, and the thought of being unable to show it to anyone was indeed hard to accept.
"Abnormal things invite suspicion. Of course, you should make yourself look younger. Just tell them you've put on makeup." I laughed. Xing'er could only do as told. The makeup was nothing more than a little powder and such. For immortals, it was quick to apply and quick to remove, so putting it on was convenient enough. With a wave of her hand, she had applied some foundation and pale-red lip gloss.
Seeing this, Shen Xiaoyu couldn't help widening his eyes. "Little Junior-Granduncle, are you planning to go on a blind