Si Chen did not immediately answer Xie Changsheng's question.
An eerie silence fell over the Starship again.
Outside the window, the distant uproar drifted faintly over. That bare-bottomed, white-haired lunatic was still chasing people.
"Save him... we do have to save him."
Si Chen finally spoke.
Xie Changsheng rubbed his brow. "So we just go down like this? Let the whole Immortal Realm know we know this..."
He pointed out the window, unable to find a suitable word for the moment.
Luo Hongyi supplied it for him. "Streaking idiot."
"Right." Xie Changsheng nodded.
Zhou Yan propped up his chin, looking thoughtful. "So... we wear masks."
Everyone looked at him.
Zhou Yan spread his hands. "What are you looking at me for? Do you have a better idea?"
No one spoke.
Seeing no objections, Zhou Yan formed hand seals, activating the Heavenly Secrets Art.
Several pale gray masks materialized out of thin air, faint starlight swirling along their edges...
The Heavenly Secrets Concealment Art. Once they put these on, even their own mothers might not recognize them.
"Here, one each." He handed the masks around.
Xie Changsheng took his, thought for a moment, and lightly traced across it. Two characters appeared on the mask's forehead...
Eight of characters.
Luo Hongyi leaned over for a look. "What does that mean?"
Xie Changsheng wore an inscrutable expression. "You wouldn't understand. It's my bond with those eighty Immortal Crystals."
Luo Hongyi couldn't be bothered with him. Taking her own mask, she thought for a moment, then wrote on it stroke by stroke-
Green dragon.
After writing it, she examined it and nodded in satisfaction. "For wealth."
Watching beside them, Zhou Yan's lips twitched. "Are you planning to make those masks family heirlooms?"
Despite saying that, he pondered for a moment himself, then quickly traced