Something had felt off just now.
The face in the mirror looked a little gaunt, and seemed slightly older than his actual age.
Fu Qian touched his face and realized something seemed to be covering it. It wasn't real skin.
It had to be some kind of special mask, but it fit so well that he couldn't find any seams, no matter how carefully he looked. He couldn't even tell how it had been put on.
So this time, he was Fu Qian, wearing Fang Xun's mask and operating under Ding Yi's forged records?
Wasn't that a few too many layers?
Still, there was no need to take it off now.
From what Qin Feng had said, the Night Watchers' records about him identified him as the Transcendent Fang Xun, who had impersonated Ding Yi and set himself up as a bookstore owner.
There was a minor rule violation, but Fang Xun was a reliable identity.
There was one other thing: the dead Qin Feng had never suspected that his power level was off.
He hadn't noticed before, but now that he paid attention, the aura he was giving off really was different from usual. It had been suppressed to around the Eighth Order.
Perhaps it had something to do with the mask on his face. Whatever the reason, it was an excellent disguise.
From now on, then, he was Fang Xun, the bookstore owner.
Of course, none of that was the most pressing matter.
There was still a headless Night Watcher's corpse in his shop.
Attacking a Night Watcher in Shangjing? Wasn't that a little too bold?
If he'd only been an early-stage Transcendent, that blast just now would almost certainly have killed them both.
Whoever had planned it must have intended to take him down too.
As he