Clusters of red Fire Flame spread out around his body, a soft glow flowing within them. Nodding in satisfaction, Mu Chen picked up the jet-black mask covered in red Runes from the tabletop and gently placed it on his face. It was a perfect fit, covering his entire face.
He opened his eyes. A pair of pinkish-blue Ice Extreme Demon Pupils gazed at the world outside through the mask's eyeholes. The icy pupils spun, emanating a soul-stealing Charm Power! Looking back at the tabletop, he saw that the white set of clothes had vanished, just as the phantom had said.
Glancing at the door across from the square table, Mu Chen strode toward it. Just as he made his choice, a woman in a dark space suddenly sighed and said helplessly, "Another newcomer without a mentor's guidance. He chose the Black Camp without a second thought."
