Seeing Lin Feng acting all mysterious, Zhang Ze felt a bit confused.
But after glancing at his own clothes, he quickly realized the situation.
Today, Zhang Ze was dressed in the white robe of a Sword Sect disciple.
Whereas Lin Feng's current status was that of a righteous cultivator undercover in the Demon Path, masquerading as a righteous path cultivator.
Indeed, they shouldn't know each other.
But since Lin Feng wanted to play the espionage rendezvous game, Zhang Ze thought it best to go along with it.
Zhang Ze kept a distance, trailing far behind Lin Feng, strolling leisurely like an average passerby, stopping and going.
Occasionally, he stopped by stalls to look at the magical trinkets sold by the Demon Race peddlers.
However, as he walked, Zhang Ze felt something was very off.
He kept feeling like someone was badmouthing him.
