Before long, the moonlight faded away, the scorching sun reappeared in the sky, and the rusty-colored haze melted away like ice and snow.
And just as the Witch had said, her voice never sounded again. That strange connection seemed to have been severed.
All in all, it seemed like a good thing.
Fu Qian fiddled with the mask in his hand.
Although he'd chosen the Blasphemous Embrace as his reward at the time simply because he didn't want the other option,
it turned out he'd made the right choice. After all this time, there was actually a follow-up reward.
And judging by the Witch's words, she was thanking him for what he'd done before.
It seemed that the special world was holding up pretty well for now.
Recalling how it had felt earlier, Fu Qian put the mask on again.
Almost at once, he felt an invisible radiance envelop his entire body, forming a strange barrier.
Beneath the barrier, his supernatural presence was completely concealed.
Now that's impressive!
Fu Qian immediately understood what the new mask did: it created a barrier that concealed supernatural power.
The Emissary Mask he was wearing did have some ability to mask his presence, but its effect was quite limited. Yuan Shan, for example, could tell at a glance that he'd advanced to demigod.
The new mask was clearly an enhanced version, and from what he could tell, its concealment was excellent.
Fu Qian was sure that even if he stood in front of Yuan Shan again, she wouldn't be able to tell he was a supernatural being if she didn't recognize him.
There was a contradiction, of course: wearing a mask like this wasn't exactly inconspicuous. Still, Fu Qian was quite pleased with his reward.
The Pope really did understand his preference for keeping