Upon hearing this, they immediately received several grateful glances.
Lin Jinlong and Lin Jinpeng, the two brothers, rubbed the back of their heads and laughed embarrassedly.
What were they struggling with?
They weren't even there at the scene!
Feng Yi also secretly chuckled, as he wasn't there either.
"Fifth Brother, Seventh Brother, Brother Lan, Feng Yi, no need for disguise, just the four of us need the masks."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were filled with laughter, and as she spoke, her delicate hand waved gently, sending a soft spiritual energy around the tent, returning with a few small wildflowers.
"Master, are you using flower petals to make disguise masks?"
Mo Canglan's eyes widened, and his heart raced.
"Yes."
Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile, plucking the petals and placing them in the palm of her hand.
Golden light flickered, the petals exploded, and fresh juice floated above her palm, quickly solidifying into a thin mask as thin as cicada wings.