85 A Cultivator's Sword

The heavy rain continued to fall.

Dark clouds shrouded the cliffs with a pressure, oppressive and suffocating.

The donkey snorted in the heavy rain.

Mo Liuqi stared blankly at the shattered smiling mask, as an expressionless and indifferent face appeared before his eyes.

Mo Yiheng clearly had a paralyzed face, and that was why he always loved to wear a smiling mask. Every time Mo Liuqi saw him, he would laugh at Mo Yiheng—aka "Poker Face"—for being fake.

Poker Face never got angry at that. He said that since he could not smile, he wanted to wear a mask that represented a smile.

The torrential rain stormed on, thoroughly soaking Mo Liuqi's clothes.

Covered in mud, he picked up the mask. When the rain washed away the mud, he could see the bloodstains on Poker Face's mask.

"Three more missions, and I'll be free. You will then be the best assassin in the world."