At the same time, Qi Song sat quietly outside the formation, meditating to regulate his breathing.
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed past. When its glow faded, a man appeared in its place.
Sensing something, Qi Song stopped regulating his breathing.
"You're the Mask Man Su Jiu mentioned." Though he could not see, he had memorized the man's scent through his senses, so he identified the newcomer the moment the Mask Man approached.
The Mask Man said gently, "As expected of a descendant of the Luoqi Divine Race. Your eyes may be blind, but your heart isn't."
Remembering that Huo Yun had died because of this man, Qi Song's expression gradually frosted over. "Are you here to capture me?"
The Mask Man smiled. Rather than answer Qi Song's question directly, he went on at his own pace. "Descendants of the Divine Race rarely venture into the world. Whenever they do, they must either seek something, or some great event is about to descend upon the world." At this, his eyes lowered briefly.
Then he continued, "May I ask what brought you into the world, Fellow Daoist Qi?"
Qi Song replied coldly, "Do you think I'll tell you just because you ask?"
The Mask Man chuckled. "Even if you say nothing, I've already guessed a little. I merely wanted you to confirm it. But since you don't wish to speak, forget it."
The Mask Man turned, seemingly ready to leave. Yet after taking only two steps, he appeared to remember something and looked back, saying mildly, "I still remember the original rules of my game. If the four of you failed to clear it, you would have to hand one person over to me.
"And now, before they've even cleared it, they've already abandoned you?
"It seems I was right. If