Three Masters Gather, Part of the Authority

After a howl that sounded mad, bewildered, and despairing all at once—yet was impossible to pin down—rang out.

The Musician's body suddenly shattered, turning into background notes that shot into the sky and vanished without a trace.

Qin Yang turned around and looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly open, his face utterly blank.

This time, he was genuinely dumbfounded.

Not even beating him to death would have made him expect things to develop like this.

He had only wanted to ask the Musician about the Heavenly Demon Codex. After all, that deduction technique could produce such an unorthodox score, and it contained some runes that seemed unique to the Musician. The Heavenly Demon Codex had a ninety-percent chance of having been composed by the Musician.

Who would have thought that the Musician would go mad after seeing the Heavenly Demon Codex?

Qin Yang took a long while to process it.

"That can't be, right?!"

In his mind, among the Twelve Masters of the Ancient Human Race he knew of, the Musician and the Painter were probably the ones with the most imposing airs.

Especially after seeing that the Musician clearly was not some shut-in boy, by all rights, a fellow like this should have had especially obvious strengths and weaknesses.

Who would have thought...

Qin Yang sighed. Forget it. Maybe it simply was not what he had imagined.

Just because the Puppet Master was suspected of being a genuine Puppet Master did not mean that every other one of the Twelve Masters here had to be a real person pretending to be a knock-off.

There was still a vast gap between a knock-off and the genuine Twelve Masters.

Someone who looked cheerful and carefree but was actually thin-skinned was understandable enough.

Even without the Musician's guidance, he had