Zhou Qingmu offered a brief explanation, then looked at Li Suizhuang. "Well? What about the matter I mentioned before?"
Li Suizhuang sighed and gave Gu Chengming a helpless look. "I knew this thankless job would end up falling to me."
She walked up to Gu Chengming, opened the medicine case she carried, and took out a row of silver needles and several jade bottles.
"General Flag Officer Gu, forgive me."
"What are you going to..."
"Disguise you."
Li Suizhuang dabbed some ointment onto her fingers and gently spread it across Gu Chengming's face. "Only this way can we fool the Spiritual Sense of the Joyful Union Sect's high-ranking cultivators."
As Spiritual Power flowed through her fingertips, Gu Chengming felt a tingling ache spread across his face. His bones seemed to shift and rearrange themselves almost imperceptibly.
A moment later.
Li Suizhuang put away the silver needles and handed him a bronze mirror.
"All done."
Gu Chengming took the mirror and looked into it.
The person in the mirror had utterly unremarkable features. Toss him into a crowd, and no one would give him a second glance.
The sharp-edged bearing of a Sword Cultivator had been suppressed as well. He looked like a Rogue Cultivator one might encounter anywhere.
Her craftsmanship was incredible.
"Not bad." Zhou Qingmu looked him over and nodded in satisfaction. "As long as you don't draw your sword, no one will recognize you as Gu Chengming."
But as Li Suizhuang looked at Gu Chengming, she still found herself amazed.
Even with his appearance completely changed, even though she had deliberately made him plain and shaped his bearing to avoid attention, Gu Chengming still possessed a distinctive charm.
Could there really be such a thing as 'immortal bearing' in this world?
Li Suizhuang puzzled over it in silence.