Lei Yun Zhenren's heart trembled. Someone was standing behind him and looking at him, but he didn't even notice it.
Was his vigilance too weak, or was the helmeted cultivator too strong?
Forcing himself to stay calm, he looked at the cultivator in the helmet and found that he was also looking at him.
The pair of eyes behind the mask seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and had already seen through his disguised identity.
Don't panic, stay calm.
No matter what the truth was, at the very least, he could not panic on the surface, lest he overreached himself.
"Hello," he said.
With a smile on his face, Lei Yun Zhenren turned and left.
At this moment, he had already regained his composure.
He was confident enough to confirm that there was no problem with his disguise. Even if the helmeted cultivator was suspicious, he probably wouldn't be able to find any favorable evidence.