"Zhang Tianjing, stop pressing for answers! Chen's master comes and goes without a trace; no one knows which expert he actually is," Hua, the old divine doctor, said indifferently.
Yet Zhang Tianjing was not willing to give up: "But what is so distinctive about him? Can't you at least give me a rough idea?"
After thinking for a moment, Chen Erniu casually remarked:
"He always wears a cloak and a mask, and his voice is hoarse. I've never seen his real face."
He had been making up this convenient master for quite some time, and it was time to flesh out the character a bit more.
With the cloak and the mask, one wouldn't be able to see his face.
No matter how much Zhang Tianjing and Hua, the old divine doctor, guessed, they would never get it right, because such a person didn't exist in the world!
As expected, once Chen Erniu said this, both Zhang Tianjing and Hua, the old divine doctor, exchanged puzzled looks.
Where could they find a divine doctor with such a disguise?
