"Hmm?"
"Liu Heming?"
At the summit of Cloud Mountain.
The tall man known as the Yan Sect stood quietly like a gigantic dark rock standing unmoved after enduring thousands of years of wind and rain. The wide, heavy black cloak draped from his shoulders to his ankles like a cascade of solidified darkness, embroidered with mysterious cloud patterns that tightly wrapped his muscular silhouette, hinting at a body filled with immense power.
On his face was a ferocious ghost face mask made of mithril, with a blue face and fangs, emitting an incredibly fierce aura. It was clearly another mask of the same origin as the one Bai Xiao possessed, the Mother of Masks.
The Mother of Qi, among the three masks of spirit, qi, and mind.
The Yan Sect's eyes flashed with a hint of malice upon seeing Liu Heming, but he quickly adjusted, and a fierce voice emanated from beneath the mask.
"Indeed, it's been a long time!"
"I remember the last time we met was more than a decade ago."
