Bian Fu came back to the room of the body's owner. He was recalling the face of the person he had just fought with. However, he could not remember that person's face; he could not even remember that person’s voice or scent.
"This is strange. I remember that I tried to memorize his face, voice, and scent. How could I forget it? Did I get enchanted by his qi characters?" Bian Fu took off what he was wearing when he went hunting. Then, he used qi to clean the bloodstains off the clothes, and his body as well, before he went to stand in front of a mirror, caressing the face of the body’s owner and smiling with satisfaction.