The nature of foxes is cunning, let alone the Fox Spirit who has lived for thousands of years, and is incredibly shrewd.
Thus, Hu Lingsheng immediately knew that Wen Qizhao had seen through his disguise, but he didn't make much of it. Perhaps his cultivation wasn't as high as the person in front of him, but escaping wasn't a difficult task.
Hu Lingsheng coldly glanced at Wen Qizhao with immense pride, "What does it matter to you?"
Wen Qizhao was slightly taken aback, yet didn't get angry but instead smiled, "I was presumptuous. I am Wen Qizhao, the former Sect Leader of the Taixu Sect."
Wen Qizhao sat next to Hu Lingsheng with a smile, looking at the fish bone in Hu Lingsheng's hand that was nearly eaten clean, he reached out a hand towards Hu Lingsheng's shoulder while laughingly asking, "Is the fish tasty?"
Hu Lingsheng's eyes narrowed, his body turned into a white shadow and slipped away instantly.
