Lorne left the Wiz Antique Shop.
He did not return to the hotel immediately. Instead, he turned into a secluded alley with no one around. Only after confirming that no one was watching did he take the newly acquired Disguise Cufflink out of his pocket.
He slowly infused it with spirituality.
A moment later, the little object engraved with intricate patterns began to warm and tremble slightly. Then Lorne felt a tingling distortion spread across his face, as though countless ants were crawling over it.
He could clearly feel an invisible force raising his cheekbones slightly and making his jawline a little more angular.
He reached up and rubbed his face, not quite used to the sensation.
That should do it, right?
Dyed hair, a different demeanor, and a few adjustments to my facial features-with all that, no one should recognize me, Lorne thought.
He fastened the cufflink, which was still steadily consuming his spirituality, to his cuff. Only then did he straighten his collar and step back onto the street, heading toward the hotel.
However, he had barely gone any distance before he abruptly stopped.
Just now, he had suddenly sensed an extremely faint, ominous flow of "calamity"!
He immediately raised his head and looked warily down the street. Soon, a group of five or six people hurrying along came into view.
They all wore ordinary civilian clothes, but their strides were unusually vigorous, and each exuded a fierce air that warned strangers to keep their distance.
Thanks to the powerful spiritual intuition of the Monster pathway, Lorne could tell that their spiritual fluctuations were far from normal.
Beyonders, Lorne immediately concluded.
And at a time like this, anyone bold enough to move through the streets so openly in a group is probably from the Church of Storms.
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