"What will you say to that woman?"
"…."
Thousand Faces frowned slightly beneath his mask.
After a brief silence, he spoke coldly, "Refine the fake body first. Once it's finished, I'll find a way to convince the Deputy Pavilion Master to search for the mask with us."
Late at night.
Fifty miles away from Netherfall Pass.
A tall figure fell from the sky and landed soundlessly in the depths of a dense forest. Not a single leaf was disturbed. No spiritual energy fluctuations spread outward.
Yet—
He had descended from the sky.
That alone was enough to be unsettling.
Ethan straightened his posture.
"Heaven-piercing Mind Eyes."
Blue light flashed beneath the mask.
In the next instant, the world transformed.
Mountains, forests, streams, underground veins—everything within a ten-mile radius unfolded before him like a translucent map. Terrain, caves, aura flows, even faint residual traces of cultivation were all laid bare.
Ethan's gaze locked onto a mountain not far away.
