The old crone gripped one end of the rope and, as if dealing with a stray dog by the roadside, viciously kicked Ye Tianbing before brusquely issuing an order. "Give me a disguise. With that face of yours, who wouldn't recognize you wherever you went?"
Ye Tianbing had no choice but to use a Divine Ability he had not employed in years, molding himself a superficial appearance unlike his usual one.
The old crone glanced at him. "Barely passes. Ordinary people won't be able to tell."
That was enough.
After all, no expert would waste their time crazily sweeping the last row with their divine sense.
The old crone also cast an illusion disguise over herself.
She likewise took on the appearance of a decrepit old woman, one foot in the grave.
Then she seized the rope around Ye Tianbing's neck again, becoming the most eye-catching sight on the street.
Where no one could see.
The moment the old crone stepped out of the inn, every person in the inn found their memories of her silently dissipating like reflections in water.
As though she had never been there at all.
The old crone had weathered countless battles. How could she possibly invite disaster upon herself?
Ye Tianbing plainly had an old grudge against Ye Xiaoyao.
If she paraded through the streets with Ye Tianbing on a leash again, wouldn't that be openly telling everyone that she was the backing behind Ye Tianbing?
Ye Tianbing was foolish and had no idea how dangerous Ye Xiaoyao was.
But she was no fool.
What did his grudges and resentments have to do with her?
Once she had had her fun and tossed Ye Tianbing aside, if Ye Tianbing insisted on running off to offer up his life, she would be more than happy