The night was hushed, dark and lightless.
But that posed no obstacle to Hong Yuan; he could see everything clearly. Mr. Wuhen slowly raised his head, his face changing rapidly.
It became the fair, clean face of a middle-aged man. His appearance remained ordinary, save for a pair of unfathomably deep eyes that seemed to hold countless secrets.
Those eyes alone lent a touch of the extraordinary to this otherwise unremarkable, fair-faced man.
Watching this, Hong Yuan grew a little more interested in him.
Even standing right before the man and watching intently, he had failed to spot a single flaw in the transformation.
Disguise and Mimicry? Illusion Art?
Hong Yuan pondered this while a bitter smile appeared on Mr. Wuhen's face.
"What extraordinary man? That's nothing but flattery passed from mouth to mouth in the martial world, growing more distorted with every telling. I'm merely a disillusioned wanderer roaming the rivers and lakes, struggling to preserve my life."
"I did this to ask you to intervene, Alliance Leader Hong, and rescue Brother Song Yinglong from the Red Lotus Cult if the opportunity arises."
Mr. Wuhen sighed.
Hong Yuan neither agreed nor disagreed, merely smiling.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand, Mr. Wuhen. As far as I know, Master Song is one of the Four Kings of the Red Lotus Cult. He already stands among its highest ranks. Why would he need rescuing?"
"I hadn't expected you to know that already, Alliance Leader Hong."
Mr. Wuhen showed no surprise. His voice was low.
"Brother Song joined the cult later in life. The Red Lotus Cult coveted the foundation he had spent decades building, while he wanted to use its influence to expand. I warned him long ago that cooperating with the Red Lotus Cult was like bargaining with a tiger