Three people sat inside the carriage: Mo Lin, Mo Jia, and Yu Luomian. The clothes they wore were vastly different from before. Though the styles varied, they shared the same color scheme—deep blue as the primary color, accented with gold. Out on the street, no one would fail to see that they belonged together.
Compared to the other two, Mo Lin had one additional distinguishing feature: he wore a mask that covered his entire face. Its main purpose was not to conceal his identity, but to create an air of mystery and intimidation. Thus, Mo Lin's mask was not some handsome, domineering design—it was a demon-faced mask.
"Just watch closely. If you hadn't intended to kill me, I wouldn't have been so cruel."
When the carriage came to a stop, Mo Lin suddenly said this, leaving Mo Jia and Yu Luomian, who sat opposite him, somewhat bewildered.
"Xiaolin, were you talking to me?" Mo Jia asked. Mo Lin's voice had been so soft just now that he had not caught what exactly he said.
"Uncle, it was nothing. Just talking to myself." Beneath the mask, no one could tell what expression Mo Lin wore. All they could hear was his calm tone. "We're here. Follow the plan in every respect."
Yu Luomian nodded and was the first to step out of the carriage.
Among the Spirit Masters assigned to guard the place, the captain recognized Yu Luomian as soon as he stepped down from the carriage and immediately approached him.
"Senior Yu Luomian, what brings you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the captain saw two more people descend from the carriage. Although their clothing shared Yu Luomian's style and color scheme, their white hair was especially eye-catching. In particular, the masked man who stepped down last left a