"Look at me—I got so turned around by all these mechanisms that I'm a little muddled myself."
Jing Shao slapped his forehead and spoke with some embarrassment.
Then he rummaged around inside his robes and quickly pulled out a small disguise mechanism.
After covering his face with it, the mechanism's color blended perfectly with his skin tone. Yet the bridge of his nose, cheekbones, and jawline were all raised considerably. At a glance, he looked like a completely different person, with no trace of his original appearance remaining.
This sort of small disguise mechanism altered one's bone structure to change one's appearance. Many Mohist School disciples could make them, but most were rather crude, and their flaws were easy to spot.
But Jing Shao and Guan Han's skill in crafting mechanisms had long since reached the pinnacle of perfection. Such props fit their features flawlessly, without the slightest flaw, as natural as if they had been born that way. Even those closest to them would only find the uncovered parts somewhat familiar, but would never suspect a disguise.
Guan Han also took out a similar item and placed it over his face. In just a short while, the two men's appearances had become utterly different from before, and they headed into the city.
Before long, the two arrived at the place where Mohist Pavilion was recruiting disciples. From afar, they saw a queue stretching like a long dragon, while shouts to maintain order rang out without pause.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd! As long as you've got a craft, you all have a chance to enter our Mohist Pavilion Academy! Line up properly, one at a time!"
As the two drew nearer, their expressions could not help turning somewhat strange.
The one recruiting was precisely the Mohist School disciple who had