"Say, why are you all wearing masks?"
Sentience Fu Hua flew her sword alongside the Mask organization toward Outside the Circle. Seeing everyone around her wearing masks, she suddenly wondered if she stood out too much. Should she get herself a mask as well?
"The reason we wear masks is because we don't want people pointing at us wherever we go or whatever we do, saying we're so-and-so's descendants. That's why we wear masks to hide our identities and claim... our own share of brilliance!
Seeing Sentience Fu Hua's curiosity, Wangquan Baye, who was flying at the front on his sword, turned around and answered in an unhurried voice.
They were all top second-generation cultivators of the Dao Alliance. Wherever they went... once people recognized them, they would sigh and say they were the juniors of such-and-such a family, no wonder they were so outstanding.
It was as though they lived for their families and their elders, and all they represented was the glory of those who came before them.
"So that's how it is! Get me one too."
She rubbed her hands together. They all had masks, so she couldn't be the only exception!
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"Where are we supposed to find a mask at a time like this?"
The others all looked at Sentience Fu Hua speechlessly, feeling that she was a little unreliable. Where were they supposed to get her a mask now?
Just as they were about to say something to refuse, Wangquan Baye suddenly pulled out three masks and held them out before Sentience Fu Hua. "Pick one yourself!"
"Senior Brother Wangquan, you..."
"Big Brother, why do you carry so many masks with you?"
Staring at the masks in Wangquan Baye's hand, Wangquan Zui and the others were stunned. He really had that many spare masks?