Because when Kroessel synchronized with his sleeper agent's vision, he saw a face.
He saw the rather serious face of a young man.
The face was very close—less than a meter away, practically in his personal space. If another Transcendent got that close, even a Great Mage whose words held the power of law wouldn't be able to utter a single syllable.
But more terrifying than the dangerous proximity was the person's identity.
Long, somewhat messy black hair was carelessly tied back. The handsome, neat features gave off a sunny and clean impression, one that would leave anyone with a good first impression. It was an approachable face, and one that Kroessel knew all too well.
It was Su Zhou.
It was Su Zhou's face.
He was right in front of the sleeper agent.
"My friend from America, you've got quite a bit of Curse on you."
At that moment, Su Zhou was speaking to the sleeper agent in Chinese, completely unconcerned with whether the other man could understand him.
