He returned to his room.
Ning Ke downed a large pot of cold tea before he felt a little calmer.
How could Lou Yunxiao have recognized him?
His current appearance was handsome, but he had deliberately altered it so that he looked nothing like either A Ke or the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Not only his face, but his height and build were different. There was no reason he should have been recognized!
Besides, he had barely spoken to Lou Yunxiao. How could his disguise have been exposed the moment they met?
While Ning Ke repeatedly reviewed his earlier behavior, Lou Yunxiao remained seated on the rooftop eaves.
A closer look would reveal that he had been facing Ning Ke's room the entire time.
He was not actually certain that Mingxin was A Ke.
It was just that, when he took the other man's wrist, an intensely familiar feeling had welled up inside him.
And Mingxin's attitude toward him had been strange.
There had been so many people in front of the city gate tower. Zhuang Yusheng, Wugou, and Zeng Xi all knew him, yet none had approached him to talk.
Only Mingxin had.
He had comforted Lou Yunxiao's junior sister, then pulled out the Red Cloud Sword and returned it to him, looking at him with eyes full of heartache.
Even more baffling was how unusually quiet the Red Cloud Sword had been in Mingxin's hands.
A divine sword that had acknowledged a master would only behave so obediently before its master or someone its master had entrusted it to.
That made it impossible for him not to suspect Mingxin's true identity.
At that thought, the fingers that had touched Mingxin's forehead stirred.
He raised them to his nose.
And sniffed them with an almost unhealthy fixation.
A faint, cool