After a brief discussion, Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling decided to disguise themselves and investigate discreetly. Even if their concerns turned out to be unnecessary, it was better to err on the side of caution than to act recklessly.0

Hiding within the forest, Zhao Changhe took out the Qinghe Mirror and examined his reflection, contemplating how he should disguise himself. The rough, yellow-faced look he had used in the past had become too recognizable. His more recent disguise as Wang Daozhong was no longer an option either, as the man was dead.0

“Poor Daozhong,” Zhao Changhe lamented with a sigh. “I didn’t even get the chance to visit his grave and light some incense.”0

Muttering to himself, he began applying powder to his face. Before long, the image of Snow Owl came to be reflected in the mirror.0

He adjusted his voice, letting out a series of eerie, raspy laughs. Then, he turned to Yue Hongling and asked, “How do I look?”0

Yue Hongling burst into laughter. “Snow Owl is usually quite composed. You’re overdoing...0