Qin Sang put on a mask.0

The mask looked as if it was carved from a piece of aged tree bark, with extremely rough craftsmanship that was an eyesore. However, it was a middle-grade artifact with the sole ability to block both gazes and spiritual consciousness. If anyone attempted to spy on him, Qin Sang would immediately sense it.0

Looking around at the people in front of the tall building, most were dressed similarly to Qin Sang. Some wore cloaks or masks, while others simply covered themselves with heavy robes, concealing their entire bodies tightly.0

Even those who exposed their faces and walked around openly could not be fully trusted. In the world of immortal cultivation, artifacts or spells that could alter one’s appearance and disguise one’s features were not uncommon.1

After all, Yinshan Stronghold only guaranteed absolute safety...0