"That's a cool mask you've got there, fellow miniature cultivator. Is it up for sale?"
"...No." The deep voice behind the mask sounded unprepared for such a friendly opening exchange.
"Tsk~ Then can you tell me if you saw a guy coming into this stadium about half an hour ago? He was wearing a red bandana on his head and a piece of black cloth was masking his face."
The eyes behind the mask looked Han Xuhan up and down for a few seconds before replying in a rumbling tone,
"Was he your friend?"
With a cold chill crawling across his spine, Han Xuhan suddenly recalled that being known as the protagonist's friend in a xianxia world was... not very advantageous, especially not in any competition for ancient legacies.
He had no idea what Mu Ran had done after entering this place. It was better to take no risks. Carefully, he answered in a measured tone.
