"These seven masks are crafted from a very special material, making it impossible for anyone to see your true faces. They also allow for visual adjustments to your Artifact Spirits without affecting their use."
"Additionally, the most important feature of these masks is that once they sense your death, they will disintegrate your body within one-tenth of a second, leaving no trace whatsoever."
"So, are you all prepared now?"
"If you are ready, you may take the masks and set off, with a time limit of one month. Those who haven't returned after a month will be considered deceased."
Zhan Yuntian stared at everyone, waiting for their reply.
But Xiao Zhan and the other six remained silent, frowning and not speaking.
A flash of anger appeared in Zhan Yuntian's eyes, and his voice grew louder, "Those who are not ready or are afraid of death can give up now. I will reimburse your travel expenses and treat you to a lavish breakfast."
A simple provocation.
With a hint of humiliation.
