"Going out?"
Huang Qiuxian eyed this gifted person, raising an eyebrow:
"Aren't you afraid of being ambushed and killed the moment you step outside?"
A couple of days ago, this boy sent a letter through a girl from the Snake Fist Hall, asking why the Eastern Sect wanted to kill his master...
Zhang Fusheng chuckled:
"I have special concealment techniques, rest assured, Elder."
"Are you referring to seeing your body as white bones?"
Huang Qiuxian lazily replied:
"This little trick, indeed, can restrain your aura and mental fluctuations, but at best, it only obscures your true nature. You'll still be detected and perceived..."
His words were cut off abruptly.
The aura on the youth's body, at some unknown point, had dispersed completely. He stood right there, yet in Huang's spiritual perception, he seemed like a lifeless object,
A faint, decaying scent lingered around him.
