Qian Renxue forced herself to calm down, clarity returning to her golden eyes.
She did not push Tang Shuo's hand away.
Instead, she raised her own hand and placed it over the masked side of Tang Shuo's face.
Her cool fingertips touched the warm metal.
"What other secret are you hiding beneath that mask?"
she asked softly.
"You and I are the same kind of people."
"We both use false faces to confront this world."
"Isn't that so?"
Tang Shuo smiled.
He withdrew his hand.
"That is precisely why Your Highness should understand."
"I have to go."
"There are some things you have to see for yourself before you can let them go."
Qian Renxue fell silent.
She knew she could not persuade him.
This man was even more stubborn than she had imagined, and even more... unfathomable.
After a long while.
She finally let out a quiet sigh.
"Since you insist on going."
"Then be careful in all things."
She took a golden token from her Soul Tool and handed it to Tang Shuo.
The token bore the image of a Six-Winged Angel.
"This is Spirit Hall's Pope's Token."
"Though it may not necessarily save your life."
"At a critical moment, it may perhaps buy you a sliver of hope."
Tang Shuo looked at the token, a hint of amusement entering his eyes.
The crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire could casually produce Spirit Hall's Pope's Token?
If word of this got out, the entire continent would probably tremble three times over.
He did not refuse.
He reached out and accepted the token.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"Then I shall take my leave."
Tang Shuo turned and walked toward the door.
Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob.
Qian Renxue's voice came from behind him,