He drew the curtains, turned up the kerosene lamp, and placed it beside the bed.
Yi Chen pretended to read as he began communicating with his attire through consciousness.
How should I address you?
I have no name or title. To distinguish myself from those inferior skins, I dyed myself yellow. You may call me "Yellow Skin."
Yellow Skin, what exactly are you? How can you blend so easily into Gentleman's Attire while perfectly evading Zion's detection?
At Yi Chen's question, the attire twitched slightly, as if Yellow Skin were laughing.
I am the same as the "Gentleman's Skin" you use to make clothing. I am merely a piece of skin produced by the Skin Field during its daily operations. It was only due to certain circumstances that I changed, making me different from the other inferior skins.
I stand above them, so naturally I can control and assimilate them.
Forget the detection in your little city—even the Skin Field's own quality inspections cannot discover my existence among normal skins.
Yi Chen continued asking questions:
Why did you come over here? Since even the Skin Field can't detect you, you should be able to absorb more nutrients there and grow faster, right?
When I went to the Old World before, I happened to hear the Duke mention that a fairly large disturbance had broken out in the Skin Field. The root of that disturbance was related to Yellow Skin. Was that you?
I didn't expect you to establish contact with Duke Garryson on your first trip to the Old World. I truly chose the right person.
You're right. To me, the Skin Field was an enormous vat of super-nutrients. I was forced to leave.
*I was probably born five hundred years ago. All these years, I disguised myself as inferior