But for orange colour souls, this masking effect was from 0-100%. Which means that there was even a chance for some of them to totally identify him at first glance. But, the truth he had also realized was that in this world, not many might be orange souls, and the vast majority were probably green.
So, here came the catch. An insignificant old lady, with nothing remarkable to her name or appearance or any particular standing– in short, nothing to be spoken about, was still able to detect his presence as early as he started to make his appearance that day at the warehouse while equipped with this stealth talisman.
Could it be that she had a higher-level soul? But someone who appeared as unremarkable as her– could that really be the case?
This was the reason for Yang Jingshen's fascination with the old lady. Not pity, not a momentary whim. And not because he feared for his safety and especially not because he fancied her cooking or anything.
