"Turns out it's Brother Xie," Zhao Changhe maintained his composure and adopted the appropriate air of superiority expected of someone with his standing within the Wang Daozhong's circle, and casually said, "I'd grown weary of the Central Plains and thought to travel a bit."
Although he slightly altered his voice through control of his internal breath, since this was not something he had practiced, it didn't sound quite like Wang Daozhong.
Fortunately, Xie Ruhai was not very acquainted with Wang Daozhong either, their interaction having consisted of only a few encounters many years earlier, hence their ability to recognize each other's voices was limited. In fact, to a true acquaintance, the difference in appearance would have been apparent, and only those less familiar could be mistaken on the street.
