One day before the auction, in the underground room.
Ferdinand said, "Although this Bruno is a profligate son, he isn't an idiot. He might come up with all sorts of ridiculous requests. Therefore, I have thought of a way out."
Fang Xingjian had his eyes closed, cultivating. A gleam of white light shot out from his fingertip.
Ferdinand did not pay it much heed. He had long gotten used to Fang Xingjian maintaining this state of cultivation for almost twenty-four hours a day, so he just went on, "Xingjian, with your ability, you should be able to pass off as someone."
"It's just nice that these parietal bones came from the Northern Ice Region, and in that academy, there's a Headmaster known for his formless sword Qis.
"However, what he's even more known for is actually his pettiness and violent temperament."
Ferdinand smiled, "Hehe, none of the people who’ve offended him have escaped from his revenge. If you can pass off as him, you should be able to suppress Bruno."
