Unlike Ye Bing and Shi Man, Song Wen did not head straight to Cloud-Hidden City. Instead, he traveled away from the city, racing thousands of li until he reached a mountain range.
He found a cave and walked inside.
After setting up the Ten Directions Illusory Domain Formation in the cave, Song Wen turned his hand over and took out a short blade.
Under his control, the blade slowly rose into the air and settled against his forehead, pressed close to his scalp.
The blade slid slowly, making a faint scraping sound.
Its keen edge sheared away lock after lock of long hair.
Before long, Song Wen's head gleamed, without a single strand of hair remaining.
He extended his right index finger, and a crimson flame sprang from its tip.
He pressed his finger to the top of his head. Wisps of smoke immediately curled upward, accompanied by a sizzling sound and the acrid smell of scorched flesh.
In the end, six ordination scars appeared on his head.
Song Wen had done this because, when disembarking, he had noticed that more than half the cultivators in Cloud-Hidden City dressed as monks.
Most of them, like the fake monk he had encountered aboard the Jin Clan's airship, did not practice Buddhist cultivation arts, but ordinary Daoist ones.
Thus, drifting with the tide of local custom, Song Wen had also disguised himself as a monk.
He had not burned the hair he shaved off, either. Instead, he stored it away, intending to make a wig for unforeseen needs.
Cloud-Hidden City.
Dressed in monk's robes, Song Wen threaded his way through the crowded streets.
He first went to the area in the west of the city where low-level rogue cultivators set up stalls. Finding a stallholder in the Golden Core realm, he