Where? Where is he?
He Juan's gaze darted back and forth among the people in the bustling hallway, focusing particularly on their eyes and necks. They shot him strange looks, no doubt creeped out by his abrupt and intense demeanor. But He Juan couldn't afford to care about it right now, simply muttering a quiet apology and tugging his mask higher so that no one would recognize him.
He was aware that Ku Jin's disguise was nearly flawless. Nearly – it meant that there would definitely be traces of manipulation on the face; he only needed to scrutinize closer to find it.
Moreover, he was certain that he could recognize Ku Jin's eyes once he looked at them. Those bottomless and terrifying orbs were not something the man could conceal even with the best contact lenses. They held a darkness that came from the depths of his soul, a dead giveaway to his true identity. Just take Zhong Yun and Qin Zhen's case for example.
