A call of "Mother Quan" made the fleeing woman pause, her expression shifting instantly. She looked down the road ahead, pressed her lips together.
Could it be that she would never return?
Turning her head, she wore a look of timidity and fear as she gazed at the ordinary-looking man in black dark clothing opposite her—someone whose appearance among a crowd would be easily forgotten.
But Mother Quan, no, one should say Illusory Fox, was merely a codename.
She knew people like him were best cultivated as Hidden Guards or Death Soldiers, as such faces seemed safe and unremarkable.
"Mister, you, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
Illusory Fox asked timidly.
The man smiled gently: "From Mother Quan to Hai Yan, and now once again, changing your face repeatedly. Difficult, isn't it, to prepare so many disguises, even compressing your bones, doesn't it hurt?"
Illusory Fox's gaze was calm; indeed, she couldn't go back.
