Whether it is to explore the limits of this newly drawn strongest trump card and the matters that need attention...
Or to ensure that the Golden Key in hand doesn't grow wings and fly away...
Or some thoughts from deep within his heart...
All these reasons combined seem to be enough for Gu Mo to convince himself. He took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, and then gently lifted the green wood-grained mask he was holding and slowly covered it over his face—
In the turbulent night below, no one noticed this scene.
"I hate the style of the mask in the movies..."
At the moment when the mask was about to cover his face and make contact with the muscles and skin of his face, Gu Mo's mood was very calm, with only this peculiar thought lingering in his mind.
