"It looks so strange." Yao Ziyan could not help commenting after taking the mask.
"In a certain mortal world, it was a symbol of spiritual strength." Luo Chuan explained it to Yao Ziyan.
"Spiritual strength?" Yao Ziyan was rather curious. "A mask can serve as a spiritual symbol too? Like a totem?"
In many places across Tianlan Continent, ordinary people had their own beliefs, most of them totems modeled after cultivators or powerful members of various races.
"No, it is an intangible idea, a symbol embodying resistance against oppression and the yearning for freedom," Luo Chuan explained.
Yao Ziyan barely understood what Luo Chuan meant. Lowering her head to look at the smile on the mask, she murmured softly, "So it carries so many meanings."
"Once you put on the mask, it can completely conceal your aura." Luo Chuan's voice sounded somewhat muffled through the mask. "Oh, right. The mask is called V."
Yao Ziyan nodded and put on her mask as well, hiding her beautiful face.
As time passed, more and more people arrived. Most of them cast glances toward a certain spot in the back rows.
Wearing such a strange mask—were they deliberately here to attract attention?
Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan paid no attention whatsoever. The two were huddled together, using the light screen provided by the system to play Dou Dizhu.
"Looks like the gala is about to begin." Yao Ziyan raised her head and glanced at the stage ahead.
After closing the light screen, Luo Chuan also looked up.
Unlike an Opera House, the stage had been replaced by an auction platform, with a white screen beside it that seemed to be used for displaying images.
In terms of scale, it could not compare in the slightest to the auction Xie Mengwu had held in