This sense of familiarity was different from seeing a common face on the street. It was a real sense of familiarity.
However, this face seemed to be missing a certain characteristic, so he couldn't connect it to a specific person.
But how was that possible?
This was the face of the Ten Miles Sword God. When Lin Ran found the Sword God's remains on Mount Sword, the pile of bones was at least decades old. At that time, he had yet to transmigrate. How could he have seen this face? Could it be someone he knew before transmigrating?
"Eyebrows! Beards!"
Lin Ran patted Huo Qiyun. "Hurry! Put it all on my face."
"No, we have to wait for the adhesive to dry out first."
Huo Qiyun shook his head. As if sensing Lin Ran's anxiety, he added, "An hour. Just wait another hour."
Lin Ran had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue waiting. However, in anxiety, every second felt like a year for him.