Lingering Problems

Number Nine was remarkably patient. After saying this, he fell silent, waiting to see what price Ye Tian was willing to pay for this matter before making a decision. Who would have thought that Ye Tian would answer so directly, with only four words: "Then forget it."

"Aren't you curious at all? This matter is of tremendous importance. If you knew about it and prepared in advance, perhaps the problem would become much smaller. But if you don't know, then with the unintentional against the intentional, I fear that the next time I notify anyone, it will be to ask whether they have recommendations for someone to replace Number Twenty." Number Nine refused to let it go, still unwilling to give up.

From those words, Ye Tian immediately guessed that the original owner of the Number Twenty mask had likely offended some enemy. Now that he had inherited Number Twenty, the other party did not know the mask had changed owners. Once they found him, they would still strike to kill. As for who that person was, only Number Nine before him likely knew.

The other party wanted a price, but Ye Tian could not be bothered to pay anything for such a trivial matter.

"Whatever happens in the future can be discussed in the future. I have countless enemies; one or two more makes no difference." Ye Tian's tone abruptly turned cold. Whoever Number Twenty's enemy was had nothing to do with him. He had only been willing to wear the mask and join the Withered Wood Pavilion because the mask was connected to the murals he had seen after passing through the Heavenly Gate of the Third Heaven, as well as the mysterious man who had appeared outside those murals.

"Oh? Then forget it. We shall meet again