There were seven in total: one silver mask and six black masks.
"I'm already a man with one foot and a half in the coffin." The fortune-teller sighed. "There's no need to send one Silver Sign and six Iron Signs, is there? What a waste of resources."
From beneath the silver mask came an intentionally hoarse, low voice and a cold laugh. "Who doesn't know that Longevity Strategist Xu Hongru is cunning by nature and full of schemes? We wouldn't dare be careless when facing you."
The fortune-teller waved his hand timidly. "Those are all things of the past. I really am just a rotten old man now. I can only set up a stall and tell fortunes to barely make a living."
"Enough nonsense!" The silver mask snorted. "Poison Demon and the others sacrificed themselves last time, yet you escaped by using the Longevity Secret Technique... Others may not see through it, but we know you inside out! We've already investigated the body your soul is possessing thoroughly!"
The fortune-teller sighed and casually tore off the human skin covering his face, revealing a young countenance.
If anyone from South Heaven Gate's Technical Department had been here, they would have recognized the young man—Torrey.
"The Heavenly Prison was too dark." Xu Hongru sighed. "I only came out to get some air. Sooner or later, I'll have to go back."
"Hmph. Ever since you escaped, you've been hiding in this scenic area." The silver mask chuckled. "Making a living by telling fortunes? I think you're guarding the thing hidden here, aren't you? Speak! Where exactly is the Longevity Secret Treasure hidden? If you can turn back from the wrong path and hand over the treasure, the Holy Church can pardon your crime as a traitor. It isn't impossible for you to