Under the moonlight, the cheap potion had already turned the golden hair into a half-gray, half-yellow flaxen color. Though the lenses might be considered high-end items, they weren't uncommon.
Only those items with secret technique functionality would catch one's attention.
Looking at the man across from him, the Mystic Side Person couldn't help but feel a deep contempt from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
The Old Lion, he was someone even daring to look up to was impossible.
Yet his son was a fool.
To blend in with those worthless commoners, he actually didn't wear bodyguards and used some "civilian items" to disguise himself.
Such childish behavior almost made the Mystic Side Person burst into laughter.
Of course, what truly delighted this Mystic Side Person was that he could actually pursue the Young Lion, and even reasonably beat him up a few times.
Thinking about this, the Mystic Side Person shivered with excitement.
