Ghost Face Mask

Shi Yue took out the token and handed it to the bald burly man.

"Go on in! Zhao Chen, you're no longer needed. Go wait outside." The bald burly man pushed open the door and ushered Shi Yue inside.

Various artifact refining materials were scattered around the room, none of them looking particularly remarkable.

The bald burly man took out a ghost face mask and handed it to Shi Yue. "Put on this mask. It can block other people's spiritual sense from probing you. Of course, you don't have to wear it, but our auction house only guarantees your safety inside the venue. Once you leave, your safety is no longer our concern. We'll collect the mask after the auction."

The ghost face mask was covered in densely packed spiritual patterns. It was clearly a magic tool of considerable quality.

Shi Yue didn't refuse. He put on the mask right in front of the bald burly man.

The bald burly man hurried over to an empty patch of floor and stamped down. A green brick immediately sank.

The floor suddenly split open, revealing a flight of bluestone steps before them.

"Follow me."

Leaving those words behind, the bald burly man walked down the steps.

After a moment's hesitation, Shi Yue followed.

After walking more than ten zhang, they arrived at a stone room over ten zhang across. A black stone door about one zhang tall blocked their way.

Two black-clad cultivators wearing ghost face masks stood on either side of the stone door. Judging by the fluctuations of spiritual power around them, they were undoubtedly Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

There was a round recess in the stone door.

The bald burly man took a Circular Token from his robes and placed it in the recess. Yellow light flashed, and the stone