"By the way, are you from Qingzhou?" the little girl asked, placing her hands behind her back and sizing Qin Huai up with a sidelong glance.
Her demeanor mirrored that of the pompous elders and seniors Qin Huai had encountered before, a characteristic he didn't particularly admire. That was why he was taken aback, both by the girl's question and her demeaning behavior.
He had made a point to obscure his origins, applying layers of heaven secrets fog to his face using the thousand divination blood technique. This method blurred his features, making his true appearance nearly unrecognizable to the naked eye.
Qin Huai was confident in this protective measure, especially here in the spirit bone level where he wasn't as skilled in the thousand divination blood technique.
"You smell like a bird. If you're not from Qingzhou, where else could you be?" she said, her lips pursed in disdain.