Gambling stones

Everyone went off to rest. The courtyard that Qin Mo had left for them was big enough, so even though so many more people had come, it didn't feel cramped at all.

Sima You Yue got Ximen Feng to stay behind. Once everyone had left, she got him to take off his mask.

"Not bad, the scar on your face is quickly fading away. You can barely see it. However, since you have worn your mask for so many years, it rather unnaturally pale." Sima You Yue looked satisfactorily at Ximen Feng's face, "After a moment of time, you will be completely healed. When that time comes, you will no longer have to wear a mask all day."

Ximen Feng didn't mind wearing a mask or not. In the past, he never thought that there would be a day for him to recover his appearance and voice. He had already reconciled himself to the fact that he would have to wear a mask his whole life. Afterall, if the Zong Zheng Clan and the Yin Yang Palace knew, he would have more than a bit of trouble.