As Wang Jiu and the Holy Sect Immortal Envoy engaged in a secretive conversation, the atmosphere in the room became quite awkward.
People only saw the Holy Sect Envoy, wearing a milky white mask, enter through the ancient bronze door and jump straight into the topic. However, after questioning Wang Jiu, a prolonged silence ensued, so long that everyone in the room began to feel their hearts heavily burdened, their breathing difficult.
What was with this inexplicable quiet? Was there some conversation that couldn't be spoken openly? Could it be that the two were conducting some indescribable transaction in public?
On the other hand, the Holy Sect Envoy also felt somewhat suffocated.
"...How did you see through it?"
Yu Zishen did not waste time making excuses or denying it. Since his identity had been exposed, he openly admitted it. However, he was utterly puzzled as to how the other party had seen through the concealment of the milky white mask.
