Bang!
An ordinary sleeve-sword with no spiritual energy enchantment on it, the kind no one would think a threat, and yet it buried itself between the brows of that mask.
Stranger than the family head being struck was that the tall figure didn't react at all. Not one drop of blood ran from the crack in the mask.
The elders felt that eerie air press in again.
Zichen studied the masked figure for a moment, then smiled faintly and went on. "The second, of course, is to remind the elders here to be wary of this family head who never shows his face. Who knows, perhaps the true head of the Ji family died long ago, and what stands beneath that mask is a soulless heretic puppet."
"Wh?!"
In an instant every elder's eyes went wide, cold sweat breaking down their backs.
The tall hooded figure made no sound. Beneath the strange mask a pair of golden eyes surfaced and fixed on Zichen.
