"Wu… Wu Xiaoxu?" Wang Zhiyao's bewildered whisper was followed by a silence that was awkward and strange.
A cold sweat broke out on Lu Xuan's forehead. 'Oh, just great. Opening the gate was one thing, but the mask can shatter too?'
'That wasn't mentioned in the mask's information stream... Huh?'
He suddenly remembered that the information stream was incomplete. Even though it was only missing a tiny bit, it was still...
GULP!
Lu Xuan swallowed, comforting himself. 'Thank goodness I switched to Xiaoxu's face ahead of time...'
He gave a light cough and put on a guileless expression.
"This was an accident. You all believe me, right?"
A dead silence.
Everyone stared blankly at him. From Wang Zhiyao and Chu Han to all the Celestial Humans—even the Demon Race Great Celestial Human with half his body shattered—all of them were staring intently at the young man.
