Tong Wusheng heard this and immediately realized that Sima Zhu hadn't looked at the foundation establishment state cultivator carefully, just like him. His heart sunk. If he knew what Ye Mo looked like, he might be able to use his abilities to find this person. How were they supposed to look for Ye Mo when they didn't even know how he looked like? That foundation establishment state cultivator barely had any cultivation essence or spirit sense wave. It was very subtle, yet now it seemed intentional.
"Such means!" Tong Wusheng sneered. Then he looked coldly at Sima Zhu. "I just know that he was wearing a face changing magic artefact. I really didn't look at what he looked like."
He was a hollow spirit state master, why would he look carefully at the face of a mere foundation establishment state cultivator who was about to die? Moreover, he was concentrated on the fight with that old man, Sima.
