"Mother of Masks!"
"Mother of Masks?"
One voice was shocked and the other puzzled, almost sounding at the same time.
Vice Sect Hierarch Zuo Ming of the Eternal Sleep Sect glanced at the Ghost Face mask on Bai Xiao's face and immediately realized that it was the Mother of Masks. His eyes narrowed slightly with shock, but his expression quickly shifted in an inscrutable manner.
Ghost Face was the same. He took a deep look at Bai Xiao, his gaze filled with caution and a hint of probing. Ghost Face took a deep breath and asked.
"Are you Bai Xiao, or the Mother of Masks?"
As soon as the words fell, a wild and dark laughter suddenly rang out.
"Hahaha, what do you think!?"
Bai Xiao laughed maniacally, his shoulders shaking, the fierce Ghost Face mask on his face faintly glowing. Ancient and evil spell characters squirmed on the surface like insects, exuding a bone-chilling cold. Sharply uneven fangs burst out from the parting of the mouth.
