Lu Qing was ready with a plan, but he was mindful of the time that had passed since his last hiding in the Broken Spiritlands. He chose his words carefully. "Young Master, on a broad term, we should disguise ourselves first."
"That's logical,"
"However," Lu Qing hesitated, scanning Lu Sheng's appearance, unsure of how to articulate his concern.
"What? What's wrong with me?" Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow, catching the unease in Lu Qing's gaze.
"Young Master, the Broken Spiritlands is a forsaken, treacherous, and lawless land. The people here—residents or visitors—are usually either fugitives from the law or ruthless criminals engaging in sinister, malevolent dealings." Lu Qing explained with caution.
"Hmm…" Lu Sheng nodded.
"And we don't look like either of those. We look like tourists, and tourists don't survive long…" Lu Qing's voice trailed off before he added, "...unless they're good spenders, loaded with money."