Outside the city.
The mountain forest was tranquil, the moonlight like water.
"Who are you?" The mysterious grandmaster stood atop a tall treetop, hands behind his back, the night wind lifting his long robe, exuding a powerful presence.
"Someone hiding behind a mask doesn't deserve to ask my name!" Jiang Ning replied.
"Hiding behind a mask?" The mysterious grandmaster looked at Jiang Ning in front of him, then chuckled, "Aren't you the same?"
He continued, "Very well! Since you won't reveal it, I'll capture you and make you talk!"
With those words.
The air suddenly became heavy, Jiang Ning could feel a gaze under the black cloak piercing through the void like a sharp sword, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end.
The next moment.
The mysterious grandmaster moved from the treetop.
As he advanced, he seemed like a specter moving forward, yet the cloak on his head was completely still.
"Let me see what face is hidden under that veil of yours."
