The two briefly discussed and still planned to visit incognito, feeling that even if they guessed wrong and worried for nothing, it was better than acting rashly and imprudently.
Hiding in the woods, Zhao Changhe took out the Qinghe Mirror and faced it, looking left and then right as he pondered what kind of disguise he should apply. The once favored random strokes on a yellow-faced Han had been used too frequently and seen by many, making it unsuitable now; the later-used Wang Daozhong—alas, the man died, ying ying ying.
Poor Daozhong, didn't even get the chance to burn incense at his grave.
As Zhao Changhe lamented, he smeared his face with ointment. After a short while, the reflection of Snow Eagle appeared in the mirror.
Zhao Changhe pinched his throat and let out a series of owl-like chuckles, "Hee hee hee," then turned to Yue Hongling and asked, "Do I look like it?"
