Though subduing people with force seemed crude, it worked extremely well.
Though Winter Melon's sour expression remained, she began to cooperate.
Wukong also headed more directly toward the Heavenly Derivation Sect, no longer making detours elsewhere.
"That old monk tampered with the aura of my Divine Sense?"
Winter Melon checked everything about herself and ultimately found only this problem, prompting her to ask.
Wukong nodded lightly. "He painted over your Divine Sense with a great art. The aura it gives off is no longer the same. Even if Cui Hao stood before you again, he wouldn't easily recognize you."
"That monk has such extraordinary abilities?" Winter Melon looked somewhat incredulous.
To cultivators, Divine Sense was far more recognizable than a face, and Winter Melon had never heard of a way to change its identifying characteristics, for no other reason than that it was rather impractical.
It wasn't that no one had wanted to change their Divine Sense and appearance to wipe their identity clean. It was simply that no one had succeeded.
Divine Sense flowed from the Sea of Consciousness. If someone forcibly altered that sea, even in the best case, the person being altered would most likely become a happy child drooling and babbling, "Aba Aba."
Wukong answered calmly:
"Since it's a painting, naturally it will fade and suffer damage. It's only a slight disguise."
Winter Melon felt a little disappointed, but still asked in confusion:
"Since he painted over my Divine Sense, why didn't he disguise my face?"
Wukong looked at Winter Melon with contempt.
"Do you think we're going to see some random cats and dogs who'll let you lecture them?"
"Could even the most brilliant disguise fool those cultivators at the very pinnacle? Disguising your Divine Sense is merely a little trick."
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