Chapter 3: Playing Blind Wen Xu touched his face and spoke in a weak voice, "Do I really look like a ghost?" Bian Chunzhou patted his chest to calm his racing heart. Is my vigilance really this poor? he thought. I didn't even notice someone getting this close. Sure, there are still about ten meters between us, but for a cultivator, that's practically face-to-face. Those Nascent Soul ancestors can kill people from ten thousand miles away. "Stop right there! Don't get too close. Your face is as…