The moment God King Shen Xin said this, Gui Mingzi immediately sensed that something was wrong.
"Oh? I wonder what it is." Yi Yun showed a hint of interest.
Looking at Gui Mingzi's ugly expression, God King Shen Xin's lips curled into a faint smile. "I heard that Fellow Daoist Gui Ming has a very special mask called the Thousand Illusions Ghost Mask. It was an ancient treasure brought out of the Netherworld by a mighty expert of the Ghost Race. This thing isn't very useful, but when worn, it can perfectly conceal every trace of aura on your body and change your appearance. Even someone several realms stronger than you wouldn't be able to see through it..."
Hearing this, Yi Yun's heart stirred.
He was currently in the limelight, with the Heavenly Dao Fragment in his possession. It would soon be known throughout the world. If he had such a treasure, it would naturally be of great use to him.
If God King Shen Xin had not mentioned it, he would never have known that Gui Mingzi possessed such a good thing. With his own strength, once he put on this mask, he was afraid that no one would recognize him.
As for Gui Mingzi's expression, it grew uglier with every sentence God King Shen Xin spoke.
"A little trinket? Not very useful? A treasure capable of concealing one's aura and changing one's appearance so perfectly was worth more than those supreme-grade God King weapons! There was still a chance of obtaining a supreme-grade weapon, but for such a special treasure, there was nowhere to buy one even if you wanted to."
That old bastard, God King Shen Xin, was offering someone else's flowers to Buddha!
By this time, Yi Yun was already looking at him with burning eyes.