He had felt something was wrong just now.
The face in the mirror now looked a bit gaunt, appearing slightly older than his actual age.
Fu Qian touched his own face and felt as if a layer of something covered it; it wasn't real skin.
It must be some special kind of mask, but it fit so well that he couldn't find the seam anywhere— he didn't even know how he'd put it on.
So, this time, was he acting under the identity of Fu Qian, wearing the mask of Fang Xun, and had forged Ding Yi's file?
Wasn't this a bit too much?
However, given the current situation, there was no need to take it off now.
According to what Qin Feng had just said, the Night Watchmen should have records identifying him as the Transcendent Fang Xun, who had assumed the identity of Ding Yi to run this bookshop.
While it was a minor infraction, Fang Xun was a reliable alias.
Another point was that Qin Feng, who had died, never once doubted the realm of his power throughout the encounter.
