"Thousand Faces Mask?"
His expression changed slightly as Qi Xiu subconsciously touched his own cheek.
He also had a face-changing mask.
It was on his face right now.
It was called the Hundred Faces Mask.
One Thousand Faces, one Hundred Faces.
Could these two masks be related somehow?
"Where is the mask?" Qi Xiu asked directly.
"It's, it's on my back..."
Hurriedly turning, Li Lingzi's back muscles squirmed, and a face with a faint smile and a serene expression startlingly emerged from his flesh.
"No wonder you're so thin. Most of your flesh and blood must have fed this mask," Qi Xiu said, eyeing the Thousand Faces Mask embedded in Li Lingzi's flesh.
Most Magic Artifacts were forged from the corpses of demons. They contained a hidden ferocity. Cultivators not yet at the Initiate Realm and ordinary people had to pay a price to control them, and that price was often their own flesh and blood.
