"I... am merely a rogue cultivator," the masked man said, trembling with fear. "I do indeed possess an unusual treasure that can conceal my aura."
As he finished speaking, he seemed to stop activating some treasure on his person, and a faint ghostly aura seeped out.
"A ghost cultivator?" Gai Lu frowned slightly.
According to the intelligence he had received earlier, Yan'e should have been a corpse cultivator.
But that alone was not enough to clear this man of suspicion.
Corpse cultivators could also practice certain secret arts of the ghost path, thereby acquiring a ghostly aura.
"Remove your mask!" Gai Lu ordered.
The man visibly hesitated, but ultimately dared not disobey. He reached up and removed his mask.
His face was as pale as paper, as though covered in a thick layer of white frost.
The ghostly aura emanating from him immediately grew stronger, fully exposing the aura of his cultivation.
Clearly, that mask was the unusual treasure he used to conceal his aura.
Gai Lu studied the face carefully-it was completely different from the appearance of Yan'e that Guang Xing had described.
Both his face and his cultivation aura were vastly different. He could almost certainly be ruled out as a suspect.
Gai Lu's expression immediately darkened.
"You wicked cultivators are always hiding yourselves, as though you cannot bear to be seen."
No sooner had he spoken than a gaunt immortal beside him spoke up.
"Monk Gai Lu, mind your words!"
This gaunt immortal was the patriarch of another faction, but he cultivated the blood path, making him one of the "wicked cultivators" Gai Lu had mentioned.
Rebuked in public, Gai Lu found it hard to save face. His expression grew even darker, but he did not dare lash out.
Su Dian, meanwhile, continued to stare intently at