The Fifth Layer

The Fifth Layer

Considering the special nature of this trip, Fu Qian had taken the Witch Mask with him before setting out.

Now that the odds of a demigod or someone even stronger showing up at his door had increased considerably, it was undoubtedly the perfect thing to put to use.

But there was one problem: he had already been seen wearing it several times, and its overly exquisite design made it fairly recognizable.

Turning the mask into a calling card wasn't a good idea.

Fortunately, Fu Qian had experience dealing with this. If it was recognizable, why not put another layer over it?

He could even switch it out whenever he felt like it.

The downside was that his current setup involved Fu Qian's face wearing the Emissary Mask to become Fang Xun, then molding into Dancy Crawford's appearance, then putting on the Witch Mask, with a plain white mask he'd bought on the outside.

One, two, three, four, five.

He had literally achieved "I'm on the fifth layer."

Su Gao knew full well that Fu Qian was talking nonsense about the mask giving off a certain aura.

Still, the one he'd picked looked pretty good.

She didn't say anything for a moment. Then Fu Qian actually pulled out his wallet and bought the mask, which had a distinctive design but could be found just about anywhere.

After that, just as they had done when they first arrived in Xidào, Fu Qian strolled ahead of her and led the way home.

Since the snacks Mrs. Delin had provided were quite exquisite, neither of them felt much like eating. They just bought a few skewers of dango to try.

"Want to get some rest? We might have guests coming over later."

They were back at their lodging close to