Just like that, Ling Tian and Old Man Ling went into hiding on the planet. Apart from cultivating, Ling Tian spent his time getting close to Dongfang Lei. He played to Dongfang Lei's preferences, flattering him at every turn, and soon the two became "friends" who could talk about anything. Dongfang Lei believed Ling Tian was currying favor with him because he admired Ten Thousand Swords Cliff. He gladly accepted Ling Tian's attentions.
Whenever Dongfang Lei saw Ling Tian, he would tell him that if Ten Thousand Swords Cliff recruited disciples, he would recommend him. Ling Tian appeared deeply grateful, but inwardly cursed, With your grandfather's status, getting me into Ten Thousand Swords Cliff would take just one word. You're only doing this because you want to keep enjoying my cooking.
Though that was what Ling Tian thought, he never let it show. He remained just as enthusiastic, while secretly paying close attention to Dongfang Lei's habits, mannerisms, speech, and even the subtle little gestures most people would never notice.
And so, time slipped by, and two years passed.
During those two years, Ling Tian spent his days with Dongfang Lei. At night, aside from cultivating, he imitated Dongfang Lei's behavior and mannerisms. With Old Man Ling beside him, pointing out every flaw, Ling Tian came to resemble Dongfang Lei more and more. Old Man Ling was deeply impressed, praising Ling Tian as exceptionally clever and saying he had copied Dongfang Lei to a hair.
"Tian'er, you're now more than ninety percent like Dongfang Lei." Watching Ling Tian's mannerisms, Old Man Ling clicked his tongue in amazement. "Once you take on his appearance, anyone who isn't extremely familiar with him will have a hard time noticing anything amiss. Besides, Dongfang Lei is very solitary, and few people spend time with