An Chen walked along the streets of Rock City, listening as the shouts behind him grew fainter and fainter.
He picked up the tattered Mask in his hand and examined it carefully.
The Mask was exactly the same as the one on Rock Douluo's face at the city gate. It had been made by the residents who worshiped Rock Douluo.
As for why it was so tattered, that was because San Gou had given it to him when they parted. He had said it was a toy his mother had given him when he was little, and he had kept it until now.
Thinking of this, An Chen turned the Mask over and looked inside.
Several words were carved inside: Rock Style One.
Could these Masks really be sold in separate designs, one matching the style on Rock Douluo's face and another matching the style on his shoulder?
An Chen shook his head and stored the Mask in his Ring.
Before long, he reached the Inn and sat at the desk in his room, thinking about his next plan.
He had used up all his Potions, and his Soul Power Level had reached rank fifty. It was time to hunt for a Soul Ring.
According to the original plot, the age of the Fifth Soul Ring should be between six thousand and ten thousand years.
However, with my fourth Soul Skill already being ten thousand years old, and with my body tempered by the Immortal Herb and Body-Refining Medicinal Liquid, the age of my Fifth Soul Ring should be somewhat higher.
Hmm... Thirty or forty thousand years should be about right.
An Chen irritably rubbed his brow. Seeming to realize something, he hurriedly took a small herb speckled with violet light from his Ring and chewed it in his mouth.