"I've never seen such a Transcendent item before, one that can even conceal a divine aura."
In the spacious living room, Veheler was eyeing Fu Qian's mask with a seriously astonished expression.
"However, if you have such an item, why would you—"
"Be targeted by the Night Watchman, right? You might as well just ask directly instead of beating around the bush."
Fu Qian snorted.
"I've lived for nearly two hundred years, is it so surprising that I would have some special collectibles?"
"And believe me, if I could wear this thing all the time without any side effects, then there would be very few people who could ever see my face again."
Fu Qian's translucent fingers gently brushed over the mask.
"It originally belonged to a true Demigod, and although it's on my face now, it doesn't mean that the original owner's consciousness has been completely eradicated."