"On this matter, fellow Daoist, rest assured. I am confident in my abilities to disguise and transform. Unless we encounter a Mahayana Realm elder from your noble clan, probing mystiques will have no effect on me," Han Li said confidently.
No wonder he said so!
Indeed, his body contained the genuine Spirit Blood of the Heavenly Roc, and with the Thunderstorm Wings cultivated to a level connected to his mind, disguising as a guard of the Heavenly Roc tribe was a seamless task.
"Hmm, such confidence from fellow Daoist is indeed a good thing. Lan Shengzhu, when we arrive at the Abyssal Chasm, we will have to trouble you," Jin Yue nodded and then turned to speak to the woman in silver beside him.
