On the commercial street, Elder Li stroked the beard on his chin. The wrinkles on his face were marks left by the passage of time, and he wore a kind smile that revealed his optimistic and open-minded nature. His eyes held a depth, as if they could see through everything in the world.
Most importantly, Zhao Zuo felt that Elder Li had recognized him—even though he was clearly wearing the Hundred-Change Mask!
Zhao Zuo controlled his gaze and kept his pace steady, slowly walking past the fortune-telling stall as if they were complete strangers. As long as Elder Li didn't speak up first, he would just play dumb.
'I have to stay relaxed and calm. I must maintain this disguise at all costs.'
"Little Friend Zhao, since fate has brought us together, why not sit for a chat?"
Elder Li spoke just as Zhao Zuo was passing the fortune-telling stall.
