"You're here so soon?"
Old Nong said cheerfully, smiling as he tilled his fields.
Lu Xuan quickly gave a respectful bow.
"I did not intend to stay long. I only came to ask for your guidance, Master."
"Oh?" Old Nong sized up the Bronze Mask on Lu Xuan's face and said with a grin,
"Give me the mask first. It's dirty, so I'll wash it for you... As long as I'm standing here, the other Dao Fruits won't be able to pry."
"Yes, Master."
Lu Xuan hurriedly took off the Bronze Mask and handed it over.
Old Nong took it and poured a bucket of water over it. A profound light flickered on the mask's surface, but it was quickly washed away by the stream of water.
After handing the mask back, Old Nong said flatly,
"This mask is a good item. When you wear it, it can confound fate and obscure one's presence, making it difficult even for a Dao Fruit to perceive you... However, the person who gave it to you had impure intentions and dirtied the mask."
