“Sigh... You can perceive my true self!? I’ve never thought that a kid like you would be so talented!”
Suddenly, Ping-Sang's face slowly changed. From a youth around the age of seventeen to eighteen, he had turned into a man with a wrinkled face and darker skin, and his black hair had turned white like an old man. And his energy level had also increased.
“You finally revealed your face, huh? The seventh level of the Divine Emperor stage?” Zheng-Fu let out a light, interesting voice after seeing the true face of the person in front of him. He did not use Ping-Sang's body anymore but was an old man who was around fifty to sixty years old.
“Ha ha ha! Kid... You're so good at being able to know my true self so quickly just by noticing my words. I really appreciate your abilities. If not for our Assassin Organization verdict, I'd like you to attend with me. Such a pity that you'll have to die,” the old assassin said with an evil and haughty grin, glaring at Zheng-Fu.