Frankly, Wang Xiu was starting to panic. It wasn't just because he was about to go undercover and face a myriad of unknown risks, but also because if he returned to the Ghost King Sect as Daimon Qianmian, he would undoubtedly get tangled up with that lustful snake, Snake Ji.
This won't do! I have to change my persona! This new identity can't be too low-ranking; being bossed around would be a huge hassle. But it can't be too high-profile either, not with a host of people watching my every move. It would be too difficult to operate! The best option would be someone like Daimon Qianmian, a protector of no great importance.
Who should he choose?
Wang Xiu searched the memories he had absorbed from Daimon Qianmian and the Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect, trying to find a suitable candidate.
DING!
Suddenly, Daimon Qianmian's Communication Token chimed. A message appeared.
Daimon Youling: "Qianmian, is that you?"
Wang Xiu: "???"
Daimon Youling: "Turn around!"
