Bai Zihan's gaze lingered, not on Yu Feiyan but on her attendant.
Longer than it should have.
Qin Lingxiao felt it almost immediately.
(Did I get found out?)
The thought surfaced instinctively.
But just as quickly, it was dismissed.
In all her years—over a century moving through shadows, weaving identities, replacing faces—no one had ever truly seen through her.
Not once.
Not even those far more experienced and powerful than Bai Zihan.
And him?
A junior!
A so-called genius, yes—but still couldn't be compared to the powerhouses she had dealt with.
How could he possibly notice anything?
More importantly, what was there to notice?
He had never seen her real appearance.
He had never interacted with her true identity.
He didn't even know that Yu Feiyan had been replaced months ago.
There was no connection.
No thread for him to follow.
No clue to grasp.
Her disguise was flawless.
Even her habits, her posture, her breathing—everything had been altered.
