In his pupils, his face was hidden behind a black tiger mask.
Fan Wubing stared intently, "Third Sister, from the start, you knew I was wearing this tiger mask, concealing my true appearance and aura."
Third Sister's voice became elusive, "Doesn't that just prove I have ulterior motives?"
Fan Wubing chuckled, "If Third Sister were truly just the Third Sister, that might be true. But you're not."
"Why?"
Fan Wubing's eyes gleamed with insight, "This mask was a gift from Venerable Chengming. The Great Venerable told me that within the Integration Realm, no one can see through this mask, yet you could. Could it be that Third Sister is already a Mahayana from the heavens?"
"I wish I were."
Fan Wubing smiled, "That can only mean—"
He gestured with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to trap the surrounding aura, preventing eavesdropping, "Third Sister, you are not who you claim to be."
"Then who am I?"
