This time is different from the previous incident at the Southern Border Qing State base. Back then, whether it was the disguised Lei or the Fatty Elder, they were essentially among the top-ranking individuals, so there was no need for excessive interaction. They only needed to display a high-status demeanor to avoid most troubles.
However, this time, quite a few people at the Demon Sect headquarters can converse with Ghost Mask.
Ning Qi was mentally prepared and had asked Ghost Mask a lot about this matter. Nevertheless, the more one talks, the more mistakes one might make. Unexpectedly, before he had the chance to step into the Ten Thousand Flames Cave, he encountered someone.
Moreover, it was a candidate Saint Heir of considerable status.
He could only stop, for avoiding would seem deliberate.
The eyes under Ning Qi's mask appeared somewhat indifferent, and he did not speak.
Jiang Tianlong had already approached, slightly cupping his hands, with a respectful smile:
