At that, they were both taken aback. Questions pelted them like money wasn't an issue. Even the beautiful face of the Death Envoy was finally without composure, "But when did you figure out that John was a fake? You should be under the influence of an illusion technique."
"Foolish, you didn't really think I fell asleep," Feng Yi said. "The will of a seasoned warrior like me is steadfast, barely affected by petty illusion techniques. From the moment you stepped into the warship, you had already exposed yourselves. A Mental Ability User would know that everyone has a distinct aura. Plus, I had given John strict orders not to allow anyone into the room without my permission. From the start, your guise was pointless."
Thousand-faced Poppy was practically livid. Is this guy playing them? Even the usually cool Death Envoy flushed in embarrassment and frustration. "If that's the case, why act weak?" she retorted.
