Wang Anfeng spent more than half an hour before stopping, standing by the main road, looking at the peaceful and tranquil village in the distance. He adjusted the Shaolin hat on his head; the hat was black, with black silk draping down from all sides.
This wasn't a bamboo hat that farmers used to shield from rain, but one that Jianghu wanderers used to conceal their faces during travels. According to the third master, when the grandmaster roamed Jianghu back then, they often used it to disguise their identities.
As for why?
"Imagine when a confrontation arises; the sun is blazing, not a cloud in the sky, your heart filled with murderous intent, feeling victory within reach, you draw your blades, and the opponent suddenly lifts their hat, exposing a row of expressionless, gleaming bald heads."
"At the same time, you'll find those bald men's arms are thicker than your thighs."
"Such intimidation is terrifying."
