"Oh?" Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
He was confident in his disguise, and had not expected that so many people would discover traces of it.
This woman had only met him twice, yet she had already investigated everything clearly. It seemed that disguise was not a good option for him.
For outstanding people, a so-called disguise is like placing a diamond among coal—it's dazzling brilliance makes it discoverable without even needing to search...
Ah, being excellent is exhausting!
Seeing that he did not deny it, Fu Yingying knew she had guessed rightly. She clenched her teeth and looked over, "You've disguised yourself as him and weren't exposed, there is only one possibility, and that's that the real Ling Buyang has already died. I know Elder Min Jiangtao of the Mo Blade Sect is still in Han Yuan City and hasn't left. I wonder what he would think if he heard this news?"
"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Xuan looked over with a smile.