"I've never seen a Supernatural Item like this before. It can even conceal the aura of divinity."
In the empty living room, Weihle studied the mask on Fu Qian's face and expressed his surprise with complete seriousness.
"But in theory, if you have an item like that, how could you still—"
"Get targeted by the Night Watchers, right? You can just ask directly. No need to beat around the bush and fish for answers."
Fu Qian snorted.
"I've been alive for almost two hundred years. Is having a few unusual collectibles really worth making a fuss over?"
"And believe me, if I could wear this thing all the time without any side effects, not many people would ever see my face again."
Fu Qian's translucent fingers brushed lightly over the mask.
"It once belonged to a true demigod. Even though it's on my face now, that doesn't mean its former owner's consciousness has completely vanished."
"On the contrary, wearing it for too long, even over a short period, will cause me to be gradually eroded by that person's will without realizing it."
"Surely you don't want me to suddenly attack you without warning?"
"And you too, Marco."
Fu Qian shot the eerie-looking man a cold glance.
"Believe me, if that happens, I'll turn you into a puppet before my will is completely lost."
With Fu Qian's current appearance, his threats were undeniably menacing. The intimidation was quite effective.
After hearing him out, even his old rival Marco fell silent for a moment.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Crow Feather will find a way to treat the Blood God Curse soon."
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Weihle cleared his throat and took over.
"Will he treat me himself?"
Fu Qian asked outright, his tone betraying little expectation.
"We'll have to confirm that