"What was it like being a dog?" the man repeated.
Gu Qingshan nodded and looked at him seriously.
A faint mist rose. It was steam from the boiling teapot.
The man clenched his fists.
Just as the tension reached its peak, he suddenly relaxed his hands.
"The Ghost King has some spirit, I'll grant you that. Unfortunately, you're shallow and don't know which way the wind blows." The man shook his head regretfully, speaking from on high.
Gu Qingshan was somewhat surprised, and his heart grew even heavier.
That air of absolute confidence...
Did he have some treasure that guaranteed his victory?
Gu Qingshan immediately released his sword art, leaned back in his chair, and crossed one leg over the other.
He gazed at the sea of clouds, weighing his options, though a look of regret also appeared on his face.
"To be honest, I'm not ignorant of the situation. The main problem is that this mask is covered in runes. I simply can't bring myself to wear it."
--The mask sat on the table, its surface carved with densely packed runes. Gu Qingshan used Spiritual Power to move it, pushing it back in front of the other man.
The man fell silent for a moment, then reached out and gently stroked the mask.
The Ghost King's words had taken him by surprise.
The killing intent around him faded somewhat, though he remained puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Why can't you wear it just because it's covered in runes? Is there some difficulty you'd rather not speak of?"
"There is," Gu Qingshan admitted.
The man pondered. His killing intent faded further, and he said, "Why not tell me about it, Ghost King?"
Gu Qingshan replied solemnly, "I have trypophobia."
The man froze.
A fierce killing intent burst from him, sweeping