Two days later, Zhou Xuchuan returned to the butcher shop's basement.0

"It’s complete. Please come closer," said the old man.0

He massaged Zhou Xuchuan’s face for a bit, and then he put something on it. 0

Zhou Xuchuan checked his own face and noticed that the old man had put on a skin mask over his face.0

This was the best tool for the job at hand, except for a disguise art. With a master craftsman’s expertise, the skin mask looked indistinguishable from a genuine face.0

Zhou Xuchuan took a look at a mirror, and an unfamiliar face stared back at him. 0

It was a man in his early forties boasting a sharp, scary countenance.0

Zhou Xuchuan curiously asked, "But this isn’t a man in his thirties?"0

The old man replied, "My apologies for changing the age without discussing it with you first. I thought this would be a better appearance to avoid others underestimating you."0

"Well, if you say so," said Zhou Xuchuan. He had no reason to insist on an around-thirties appearance, anyway.0

The old man added, "Avoid getting cut in the face, and no one will suspect anything. If you wish to use this mask for a long time, please return it to us and have it maintained periodically."0

"I see. Thanks." Zhou Xuchuan grinned in satisfaction. There was no problem with changing his expressions, such as opening his eyes wider or letting his jaw fall.0

After paying the old man a hefty sum of silver for all his hard work, Zhou Xuchuan left the basement. He saw the member of Xia Wu Sect waiting by the exit and nodded once before following him elsewhere.0

"Welcome, dear honored Elder. A letter from the sect master has arrived, and it's a letter meant for yo...0