Han Yu tapped it thoughtfully with his finger.
"A disguise that cannot be detected by spirit sense. One that alters physical form, not illusion. One with no runes. One that consumes Soul Qi as fuel."
Its origins were clearly unusual.
His mind immediately thought back to the blood sect's forbidden techniques. Some required masks. There were even mentions of some that used Soul Qi. Some were remnants of older sect legacies long destroyed.
Perhaps this mask was a relic discarded by someone thousands of years ago. Or something made by a rogue cultivator whose arts dabbled in soul manipulation. This was the Blood Moon continent after all, and Soul Cultivation while not seen was still known a bit.
Han Yu could not tell yet.
But he knew one thing with certainty.
This mask was valuable.
Dangerously valuable.
He tucked it carefully into his pouch and leaned back against the bed frame, thinking through possibilities.
