Lai Yiteng knew that many eyes were following him as he left the banquet hall. Even if he were just a subordinate of Xian Wu at Graceful Dragon Sect, wearing a mask naturally drew attention like how flies gathered on a corpse.
He did not want those of Lotus Sect to identify him.
Although, how could they? In this situation, he ought to be as good as dead to them.
He went to a servant standing watch outside with a paper lantern. The air was cold, and there were gusts of winds that blew in, unable to be blocked from the high altitude and lack of trees.
Lai Yiteng stared at the servant, and they seemed a little unnerved.
The appearance of Lai Yiteng in the dim moonlight was mysterious and haunting, as the only visible parts were pale patches of skin at his neck and hands. If the little servant had only seen him from afar, he would have been scared and thought he'd seen a ghost.