"Hallmaster Dao, what on earth are you ranting about now?"
The storyteller had been watching for quite a while and couldn't help but speak out.
The road to the Xu Yue Grey Palace would have been drab and uneventful without Hallmaster Dao's antics.
Just as the grand battle between immortals in the Central Region had come to a close, this fellow couldn't sit still for a moment and had already started up some new shenanigans.
Right now, he was fiddling with something in his hands...
"This palace calls it the 'Smiling Face Mask.'"
Hallmaster Dao was not stingy about introducing his proud invention to others; he believed that the desire to share was a noble craving that should not be suppressed.
After tinkering for such a long time, seeing that someone was finally interested, he passed the object in his hand over, "Do you want to give it a try?"
What kind of mask was this?