Chen Mo spent half an hour cleaning up the traces inside the clothing shop.
He had just been about to sit down and catch his breath when several sets of footsteps sounded outside again.
The door curtain was yanked open, and three figures filed inside.
The leader was a burly man, his fat face smeared with a layer of grayish-white substance.
It was unevenly applied, and several cracks had already formed over his cheekbones, exposing his true skin beneath.
A man and a woman followed behind him, wearing the same makeup.
The moment the three entered, their gazes fell in unison upon Chen Mo.
"Are you the proprietor?"
Chen Mo leaned behind the counter, still holding a rag as he unhurriedly wiped the black ash from between his fingers.
He raised his eyes to sweep over the three faces, then lowered his head and continued wiping his hands.
"Yes."
Those three lime-smeared faces looked cleaner than blank paper in his eyes.
Beneath that disguise was the vitality and blood of living people, spiritual power circulating through their meridians.
Though they had deliberately restrained their auras, their cultivation levels were crystal clear to his senses.
The leader was at Late Qi Refining, while the other two were both hovering at the initial stage. Nothing to worry about.
He had seen this fatty at Know-It-All's place. He had not expected to run into him again here.
Chen Mo's divine sense swept across him, then paused for several seconds when it passed over his waist.
After asking his question, the fat man did not immediately speak further. His gaze first circled around the shop, then he turned his head and exchanged a look with the woman behind him.
The woman gave a slight nod.
Only then did he turn back to Chen Mo