As the thief ran, his figure and appearance kept changing. Every so often, he would shed his outer clothes and transform into another face.
With such ever-changing disguises, along with using the crowd to conceal himself and mislead his pursuers, it was truly astonishing.
If it had been anyone else, this thief would have shaken them off or caused them to chase the wrong person long ago.
But unfortunately for him, Lu Changfeng was here today.
Lu Changfeng was the nemesis of this ever-changing thief. No matter how he transformed or shifted his position, Lu Changfeng could always locate him precisely.
After all, the thief's talent was truly unmatched by anyone else present.
Once Lu Changfeng locked onto the target and called out the features of the thief's latest disguise, the Taihong Association disciples swarmed forward.
In the end, the thief was pinned to the ground by two Seven-Colored Disciples, his face filled with terror.
The Seven-Colored Disciples were the Taihong Association's top experts, all Martial Masters of the Bone Refining Realm.
Against a thief who was merely at the Great Martial Master realm, they found it utterly effortless.
One Seven-Colored Disciple moved first and sealed the thief's meridians.
"Don't kill me! The Saint Stone is in my pocket!" the thief, who had transformed into the appearance of a farmer, cried out loudly.
Lu Changfeng reached into his inner breast pocket and, sure enough, found the Saint Stone radiating a faint black glow.
"How strange. The High Priest has a special sensitivity to the Saint Stone."
"Why can't the High Priest sense it when the Saint Stone is on you?"
The wrinkles on the farmer's face all bunched together as he said smugly, "My pocket is made from Thousand Feather Silk. It naturally blocks the aura."
After hearing this, Lu