Xu Qing had already donned the Evil Ghost Mask, changing his appearance. On top of that, he had added an ordinary Sheep Horn Mask to hide his altered features.
This way, it would be even harder for others to discover Xu Qing's true identity.
"Young Master, Young Master, you there, Young Master…"
Xu Qing had only taken a few steps when he heard a vendor by the roadside. The vendor was dressed in rags, like a beggar, but his Qi and Blood were strong. He wore a Monkey Face Mask and was enthusiastically waving Xu Qing over. "A moment ago, I observed that you have a magnificent bearing, Young Master. Your fortune soars to the heavens, and your talent is profound. You are certainly not one to be confined to a small pond. And here at my stall, I have all sorts of antiques, even Treasures from ancient tombs."
"As the saying goes."
