While listening to their murmurs, Ace moved silently among them beneath his black cloak, his aura restrained and unremarkable.
Unlike before, when he carried himself with the mysterious prestige of Nomad, now he looked like just another wandering Abyssal Master trying to gamble his life on the Sanctuary.
But beneath the hood, his eyes were cold and calculating.
'The Evernight Council will definitely search for Nomad through the Ring of Lone Hunter, but as long as it's inside the Thief's Space, I don't need to worry about it for now.
'Even if the identity of Nomad is salvageable, using it again after entering the Undead Boundary, and then mysteriously surviving that place would only attract scrutiny.'
Ace glanced toward the distant Gate meaningfully, 'But I can't enter like this either, so before entering again… I need another face, and fortunately, in this chaos, identities are easier to steal than ever, especially from all these independent cultivators!'
