"Can't remember?"
The young man in elaborate attire known as Feilian looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Literally."
Yan Fu's brows furrowed slightly as he explained, "It's like a clear painting without any faces; you can recognize him when you see him, but once he's out of sight, you can't recall his face at all."
"Could it be the Faceless Skill?"
Feilian rubbed his chin. "But isn't the Faceless Skill a secret assassination technique used exclusively by the Jieyi Sect? Could it be that You Qiong has another identity, one so well-known that we'd recognize him? But he's so powerful, even if he doesn't hide his identity, who could stop him?"
Feilian thought hard but couldn't find the answer, so he gave up.
Yan Fu waved the magazine in his hand and asked, "Where to now?"
"Let me check."
Feilian took out a scroll from his bosom, unfurled it casually, and it listed rows of text. Some were checked off, others not.
