"Dugu Clan?" Chen Fan frowned slightly. Having arrived in the Eastern Wasteland only recently, he had never heard of this clan.
Yet even an old man at the initial Spirit Refining Stage had yielded and stepped aside upon hearing those three words. It was clear just how extraordinary this clan's standing was.
"Strange. Why would people from the Dugu Clan come to Heaven and Earth City?" A young man beside Chen Fan muttered under his breath as well.
The three-headed golden lion raced all the way over before finally stopping outside the residence, less than several dozen meters from Chen Fan and the others. The lion's faces were covered in dense runes, like some kind of restriction concealing terrifying power.
"Master, we have arrived!" The golden lion turned back and said with utmost respect.
"Bang!"
The carriage door flew open, and a figure stepped out. It was unexpectedly a man wearing a mask. He was lean and not particularly tall, yet his skin was white as snow, as flawless and exquisite as jade.
Chen Fan's brow furrowed slightly. That mask served a purpose similar to the human-skin mask he had acquired years ago—it could prevent others from using their Divine Souls to observe his true face. Yet his own mask back then could alter his appearance, while this man's mask was painted with the visage of ghosts and gods. It was enormous, even wrapping around his neck. On its forehead were the words "Dugu," signifying his identity.
Yet this was not the only thing that drew Chen Fan's attention. The masked man carried a massive sword case on his back, nearly as long as he was tall, and exceptionally broad and thick. Its surface appeared to be made from precious divine wood, carved with runes. But on all four sides