Yang Fei obviously didn't disappear into thin air.
The reason was simple; he had successfully concealed himself.
Yang Fei's stealth skills were already formidable.
Ever since he had cultivated Snake Stupefaction and Turtle Hibernation, his stealth had become nothing short of miraculous.
It had practically reached the peak of human mimicry.
The role he was playing at the moment was that of a dead piece of wood.
This guy was lying in the grass in an odd posture.
The searching bodyguards passed by him back and forth, at least three groups.
Even one group had stepped right over Yang Fei.
But nobody gave Yang Fei so much as a glance.
The rascal chuckled at his trickery.
As a result, the moss at the corner of his mouth fluttered down.
The most dangerous places were where people were least likely to look.
As a master of psychology,
Yang Fei had thoroughly researched the blind spots in human perception.