Even with his suspicions, Pei Ye still tightened his grip on his sword hilt at that instant.
Qu Zhu had been right before his eyes just now. How many times had their gazes met, how many dozens of killing moves had they exchanged?
Yet in the end, he had still come and gone as he pleased.
It was a helplessness with no solution. A youth plus Glaze could not, after all, equal a true practitioner of Entering the Palace Gate. Or rather, it was his own speed and perception that limited Glaze; this power could only come into play when he was defending himself.
Yet an even stranger, chillier question lay before him: how could Qu Zhu replace someone he had never known without leaving the slightest flaw?
Granted, the Joy-in-Death Tower possessed methods that were not "Disguise" but "face-changing." Granted, Bai Tianqu could tell Qu Zhu every detail he knew, as far as possible. Granted, the Great Sima Mountain lived secluded in the ancient tower and had all but been forgotten after Zhang Mei Qing's death. But playing another person was by no means as simple as one imagined.
A person was not composed entirely of how others saw him. Often, his conduct when alone pointed to his true heart, and without grasping those things only he knew, one could not perform the way he behaved before outsiders.
If death were a cross section, the impersonator had to overlap completely with the stretch preceding it to carry that life onward.
But Qu Zhu was not invisible, nor did he live in the Sword-Hiding Pavilion.
"..." Gan Zifeng had clearly felt a chill in the words before him as well. For a moment, the faces of every peak master in Kongtong flashed through his mind.
"Elder Gan, did the Great