Great Lei Ting Dao Field.
In one of the great halls, a purple-robed man was in seclusion.
"Martial Uncle!" a soft call suddenly came from outside the hall.
The purple-robed man was in the midst of seclusion, his eyes slightly narrowed. Clearly, he had no desire to pay attention to the outside world.
"Bang!" The doors of the great hall burst open.
A great flood of light poured into the hall, and the purple-robed man's brows furrowed slightly. His eyes opened a sliver.
At the entrance stood a disciple in a green robe.
"How dare you! Who allowed you to enter?" the purple-robed man snapped, his eyes blazing with fury.
The green-robed man said, "Someone wishes to borrow something from you!"
"What?" the purple-robed man asked coldly.
"Your life!" the green-robed man said.
At those words, the purple-robed man's pupils contracted.
"Zzt!"
Too late. A slender, deep-blue sword stabbed into the purple-robed man's back and pierced straight through his chest in an instant.
"Ah!"
Vaguely, the purple-robed man's soul seemed to be forcibly torn out and sucked into the slender sword.
"Zzt!" The slender sword was pulled from his body.
A shadow stood behind the purple-robed man.
"Quick!" the shadow said.
"Yes!" The green-robed man who had knocked on the door immediately shut it and walked over.
The green-robed man swiftly slashed the purple-robed man's face with a knife, peeled off his facial skin, activated a spell, and pasted it onto his own face. He then quickly changed into clothes identical to the purple-robed man's.
In the blink of an eye, the green-robed martial nephew had become the purple-robed martial uncle.
"Done. With this skin, I am him. I've long since familiarized myself with his habits after all these years in the Great Lei Ting Dao Field. Come with me