“Ah, it’s brother Xie.” Zhao Changhe remained calm, projecting the reserved demeanor that Wang Daozhong was supposed to have, and replied indifferently, “I’ve grown tired of the Central Plains and wanted to explore a bit.”0

Although Zhao Changhe had used his qi to slightly alter his voice, it was not perfect—after all, he had not really practiced enough to sound exactly like Wang Daozhong.0

Fortunately, Xie Ruhai was not that familiar with Wang Daozhong, having only met him a few times in the past. He was not able to discern the slight difference in his voice. Not that there was any risk in this endeavor—if Xie Ruhai had been a real acquaintance, he would have noticed the discrepancies in appearance before greeting “Wang Daozhong.” The fact that he hadn’t suggested that they were not that familiar.0

Hearing Zhao Changhe’s words, Xie Ruhai inwardly found it amusing. Rumor had it that Wang Daozhong had been caught not long ago, but it seemed he had been released through some… maneuvering. Naturally, it would not make sense for him to stay under the watchful eyes of the Yang Clan and the Demon Suppression Bureau, so he would either have to remain secluded in Langya or be “banished”...0