Thousand-Faced Mask

Long Ye could not suppress his curiosity and walked into the shop.

It was indeed just as he had seen from outside. The things sold inside were completely different from those displayed outside, though there were more of them and in greater variety.

These so-called "mysterious tools" were, in plain terms, things used by travelers to conceal their identities while journeying through the world.

Aside from some masks, there were also wooden objects whose uses were impossible to discern.

The shopkeeper was an old man. He wore a magnifying lens over his left eye and held a carving knife in his right hand, intently engraving words onto a ring.

Hearing someone enter, he instinctively raised his head.

"Hm?"

He seemed rather surprised as he carefully examined Long Ye—or more precisely, the mask Long Ye was wearing.

"Old man, may I ask what the person who just left bought here?" Long Ye walked over and asked amiably.

"He commissioned ten rings from me," the old man answered truthfully.

"Rings?" Long Ye seemed to realize something and nodded knowingly.

"Customer, forgive my bluntness, but the mask you're wearing seems to be no ordinary item. Do you know what material it's made from?"

Long Ye was taken aback. He did not understand why the old man had suddenly become interested in his mask.

"I don't know. I came by it by chance. It might be an antique," Long Ye replied casually.

"Would you mind letting me take a look?"

For the first time, the old man's words made Long Ye pay attention to the mask on his face.

I've always found it strange. The mask is wooden, yet it remained intact for countless years inside the Sea-Covering Shark Dragon's stomach. Its material must be more complicated than it seems.

He pondered this inwardly.