Wu Jian returned quickly to Huǒ Shuchang. That had been a close call. He was certain he had properly masked his presence, but Wu Yong had very nearly seen him. Hou Jingshu had also been looking around and spotted him. However, she had passed over him. She probably didn’t think a masked man in a cloak would be the one who had helped her.
“Where have you been?” asked Huǒ Shuchang.
“Around.”
“All right. Fine. Don’t tell me. It’s not like I care.” Huǒ Shuchang grunted. “By the way, you gonna keep wearing that mask?”
“For now,” said Wu Jian as he readjusted the mask.
“You know, you look suspicious in that thing, right?”
“Do I really?”
Huǒ Shuchang nodded. “You look like a villain from a play.”
Villains in plays often wore masks, generally ones that looked evil, in order to make them see
