Lin Mo got straight to the point. "I want you to disguise yourself as Lin Feng and take his place in the Academy Tournament."
Orochimaru chuckled. "You do know that disguising myself as someone else requires me to peel the skin off my target, don't you?"
"There are other ways besides peeling off his skin," Lin Mo said.
"What makes you so sure I can do it?"
"Because you're Orochimaru."
"Heh. Just because of my name?"
"Yes. You can do it."
"I'm not used to such high praise." Orochimaru went to Lin Feng's bedside and ran his hand over Lin Feng's face, feeling its features inch by inch.
Lin Mo didn't stop him. He just stood to one side and watched.
After a while, Orochimaru said, "Get me a basin of mud and a basin of water."
"All right." Lin Mo went to the door and told Lin Hui to prepare what Orochimaru needed.
More than an hour passed.
Outside the room, Lin Hui was beside himself with worry.
When the door opened, Lin Hui started forward, but stopped before he could rush inside.
Orochimaru stood in the doorway, looking exactly like Lin Feng. Even his height and voice were the same.
Lin Hui rubbed his eyes. "Young master, are you all right now?"
Orochimaru gave a faint smile and answered in Lin Feng's voice, "I've fully recovered, Uncle Hui."
Before Lin Hui could celebrate, Cui Cheng stepped forward and blocked him. "Wait. That isn't Lin Feng."
Lin Hui looked baffled. "But he's clearly the young master."
"Lin Feng's condition is grave," Cui Cheng said. "Even if the Medicine King himself came, he couldn't restore Lin Feng so quickly. Lin Mo said he could make a double identical to Lin Feng. I'd say the person that Summoning Talisman brought here