“Hold on,” Wu Jian suddenly said.
Huǒ Shuchang had been seconds away from marching up to the guarded front door, but he paused and turned to Wu Jian, a single eyebrow lifted.
“What’s up?”
“I need a disguise.”
“A disguise? Why?”
“You don’t need to know that. Just hold on a second while I get a suitable disguise.”
Wu Jian turned around and left the auction house. Huǒ Shuchang sighed as he followed the younger man. He quickly caught up with Wu Jian. The two of them marched side by side through the crowded streets.
“If you want to remain anonymous, you should consider getting a hood and a mask,” Huǒ Shuchang said. “But I should warn you that just disguising your features won’t be enough to keep people from remembering you. The Zhou Clan has many people with powerful senses. They’ll reme
