"Steps must be light, breathing must be shallow..."

Yanqing and the others held their breath, hiding behind crates, secretly following the Sky-Faring Commission member forward.

Although these people were alert a few times, Yanqing successfully managed to evade them.

When they followed the group to the dock, Yanqing gradually realized the severity of the situation and couldn't help but wonder: "What exactly are they trying to do? These people are all wearing official uniforms, but I bet these guys are definitely not from the Sky-Faring Commission, Artisanship Commission, or the Cloud Knights... It's too suspicious."

March 7th took out her phone and zoomed in on the screen: "No matter who they are, record their actions as evidence. If there's any proof of crime, they won't be able to deny it."

The Sky-Faring Commission member in the footage was excitedly looking up and down at the Star-skiff, muttering: "Look, a cargo Star-skiff. It can take away at least twenty brothers. I'll contact other members and have them prepare more. After leaving the checkpoint, there will be beast ships to meet us."

His voice gradually became hysterical, and a flame seemed to ignite in his eyes as he burned: "Lord Mudu has everything prepared. Whether our ancient bloodline can be revitalized depends on this one move..."

Yanqing, who was eavesdropping, tightened his expression: "What did he say?... Beast ships?"

Suddenly, the sound of March 7th's camera shutter clicking echoed, and it was heard by the three of them.

"Who?!"

The one posing as a Cloud Knight turned his head first and quickly spotted Yanqing and the others hiding in the corner.

"It's those three brats! I told you to clean up in time, but you wouldn't listen, you idiot!"

Seeing that their actions were exposed, the two beside him stopped pretending. A cyan-green light emerged on their bodies, and they quickly revealed their true Borisin forms.

"No survivors, do it!"

Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Brother, it looks like they are planning to escape." Alphonse's voice came from inside the armor, carrying a hollow echo.

"Yeah, but even if they want to escape, where can they go?" Edward curled his lip. Since they set the time for tomorrow, he was curious about what this small group of Borisin was planning, and what exactly they would do to "revitalize their ancient bloodline."

"Aren't these Borisin living quite arrogantly? Enslaving countless planets and treating humans from other planets as food; why do they sound like they are on the verge of extinction in their own mouths? They were able to launch such a massive war against the Xianzhou thirty years ago."

"If, according to Yanqing's account, the disaster brought by these Denizens of Abundance is no less than the Swarm Disaster, then such a huge number probably split into countless tribes. The tribes are not subordinate to each other and separately govern the planets in their own domains," Alphonse guessed. "I'm afraid this Mudu is the leader of one of the tribes... No, the leader doesn't need to risk himself, but he must be a high-ranking Borisin."

"Their adventure to the Xianzhou this time is probably to take away some kind of powerful weapon during the key moment of the Wardance—as long as they get it, their tribe can restore their past glory."

"Weapon..." Edward frowned, "But the Borisin don't seem to rely much on weapons. Those guys who look like wolves seem to rely more on their claws and teeth to fight, just like beasts."

"But Brother, if they were just beasts, they wouldn't have pushed the Xianzhou to such a situation," Alphonse said bluntly. "To be able to enslave countless planets right in front of the IPC, they must have a very brilliant civilization, perhaps not inferior to the Xianzhou."

After giving the Borisin a sound beating, Yanqing stared at the three Borisin corpses on the ground and fell into silence.

"How is this possible! These Foxians... why have these Foxians changed their appearance?"

Yunli frowned: "These guys are not Foxians at all. They just revealed their true forms. These guys are genuine Borisin, the same pests as the robbers I defeated on that IPC ship."

"That means..."

March 7th squatted down, carefully observing the dead Borisin, and couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of trick did these guys use? When we were tracking them just now, they looked exactly like ordinary Xianzhou Foxians..."

"This isn't a simple disguise of changing into Xianzhou clothes and shaving off beards and hair. These Borisin used some unknown technique to make themselves indistinguishable from Foxians. They even have official identities. Sky-Faring Commission, Artisanship Commission, and even... Cloud Knights?"

Suddenly, Yanqing noticed a waist token hanging from the waist of the Borisin disguised as a Cloud Knight. He pulled it off and found a name written on it that was not unfamiliar to him.

"Lu Jun? A duty officer of the Patrol Guard?... Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"I once met another duty officer named Lu Jun. That was a few weeks ago, when escorting Borisin prisoners. Possessing a forged official identity, being able to enter and exit the Xianzhou openly... Terrible, this is truly terrible."

The Legend of Qin: The Nine Songs of the Sky.

"This Borisin disguise technique is truly terrifying. If they hadn't died, it probably wouldn't have been revealed. They can even change their voices; I'm afraid there's no such thing as 'trustworthy' among the Six Commissions of the Luofu anymore."

In the private room on the second floor of the Zilan Pavilion, wine was being warmed on a small red clay stove. Purple Lady held the pot with her delicate hands, and the amber wine poured into the celadon cup, sending out shallow ripples.

Han Fei lay half-reclined on the couch, toying with the cup in his hand, smiling: "However... it's quite interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes." Han Fei put down the wine cup, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, "You say, if I learned this technique of the Borisin and pretended to be Brother Wei Zhuang for a few days, what would happen?"

Wei Zhuang glanced at him coldly: "Boring."

"How could it be boring?" Han Fei stood up and straightened his clothes, the drunkenness from before vanishing without a trace: "Brother Wei Zhuang is always cold and stern. If I pretended to be you, I would definitely have to smile often and praise everyone I see. If the Marquis of Blood-Stained Clothes saw you and thought you had changed your temperament, wouldn't that be interesting?"

Zhang Liang couldn't help but laugh: "Then Brother Wei Zhuang's reputation would be ruined."

Wei Zhuang still looked cold on the surface: "You are you, why become someone else?"

"Brother Wei Zhuang, this is where I differ from you," Han Fei smiled slightly, "Only by pretending to be a peddler can one know the suffering of the people; only by pretending to be a prince or general can one know the coldness of the high places. And if I pretend to be Brother Wei Zhuang— " His gaze drifted unconsciously toward the silver-haired swordsman sitting opposite him, "Perhaps I could understand how heavy the things you carry really are."

"You cannot bear it."

"Perhaps." Han Fei admitted frankly, "But at least I could understand you better. However, if one day someone else used disguise to pretend to be me, what would you do?"

This question was sudden and inexplicable, and the few people in the private room fell silent for a moment.

Purple Lady was the first to speak, her words soft: "Hehe, the Ninth Prince is the Ninth Prince. Even if the skin can be changed, the character cannot be easily altered."

Zhang Liang: "Brother Han's ambition, Brother Han's path, and Brother Han's heart for friends can never be imitated by disguise."

"Boring." Wei Zhuang pressed his hand on the hilt of the Shark Tooth sword, saying coldly: "If that day really comes... Shark Tooth."

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed: "Is Brother Wei Zhuang going to use the Shark Tooth sword to verify my true identity? Good, good, good! If that day really comes, feel free to draw your sword!"

On the other side, in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

Star and Dan Heng had already come to ask questions, and the three generals also gathered in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"Seeing is believing, guests of the Astral Express. I am the general of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, Feixiao." Feixiao introduced herself.

Jing Yuan wanted to introduce Feixiao, but before the words could be spoken, he was interrupted by Feixiao: "The one walking in front is the reincarnation of Imbibitor Lunae, and the one following him is a new member recently recruited by the Astral Express Crew. The two are famous, and my ears have heard clearly."

"Apart from the records in the Luofu report, the 'Yaoqing' Sky-Faring Commission has also gathered a lot of information about the two. I have always wanted to meet you, and the reason... General Jing Yuan must have explained it, right?"

Star looked calm: "Isn't it about the rebirth of the Ambrosial Arbor?"

The smile on the corner of Feixiao's mouth deepened: "Exactly. Straightforward, I like it."