"Junior Brother jests, my meager reputation is hardly worth mentioning. Might I ask if Junior Brother is a disciple of the Masked Moon Sect, and like myself, here for that heinous villain Zhang Si?" Liu Jing cupped his hands in a return salute and pressed the question.
"Indeed. To think Senior Brother Liu is also here for this fiend! That wicked cultivator is utterly cunning; I have spent months tracking him, only to learn he is right here near Shuangjiang City. I came specially to investigate, but unfortunately, I have found no clues."
Upon seeing the situation clearly, Yan Taibai's eyes lit up as he hastened to explain. Although he was only ten years old, his stature was no different from that of a youth of fifteen or sixteen. Coupled with the top-tier magical tool given to him by the First Elder of Masked Moon Sect—the Hundred-Face Illusory Mask—it was enough to ensure Liu Jing could not see through his disguise. Time was the only minor issue, but simply wearing it on his face required only a tiny amount of true essence and spiritual power to maintain. After all, Liu Jing was merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so there was no need to pour full force into maintaining its operation.
Chapter 39