After a brief discussion, Canaan left.
But unexpectedly, only a few seconds later, Yao Qing appeared again.
"Bai Xiao, the Mother of Masks seems to have had some movement just now."
"I don't know how to describe it, but it seemed to resonate and connect with some distant presence, vibrating violently for a while. Then it calmed down, but it's clear that the mask is somewhat different from before..."
Yao Qing handed over the Mother of Masks.
The entire mask seemed as if it was forged from ancient Mithril, its surface covered with a pitted black shell, as if it bore countless wounds carved by time. Its contours were twisted and bizarre, with a high and protruding forehead inscribed with eerie patterns, like ancient evil spells. A row of fangs emerged, irregular and prominent.
It looked no different from usual.
However.
