As Liou Yuan willed it, the Cloud Mist Robe enveloping his body began to emit an aura that did not belong to him.
It was an aura of evil, a fierce aura that comes only after killing countless people.
Under the influence of the Cloud Mist Robe, even the color of Liou Yuan's purple-gold pupils was obscured, turning into the deep red of blood.
He was now mimicking the aura of Yanying Temple from the Outer Sect Disciplinary Hall.
Apart from appearance, even his aura and gaze were identical.
"Hey, interesting!" Liou Yuan chuckled, pondered briefly, and willed again.
The evil aura disappeared, replaced by a heart-chilling coldness like an eternal glacier.
This time he mimicked the aura of his older brother Liou Zhen.
Due to the absence of the Cold Wilderness Sword Intent, Liou Yuan could only mimic his usual aura.
But that was enough; with the influence of the Cloud Concealment Skill, a touch of indifference crept into his gaze.
