Offer Himself

Gu Qingluan followed his pointing finger and looked over.

The masked man was tightly bound by vines, his eyes shut as if he had passed out.

"What happened to him?"

"He's injured and unconscious from poisoning." 

Approaching the masked man, Gu Qingluan scanned him with her spiritual awareness.

The situation was even worse than it appeared on the surface; he was close to death.

Curiosity piqued, she wondered who this troublemaker disrupting the Dark Tower auction was.

With a flash of white light from her fingertip, she aimed for the mask covering his face.

The mask emitted a faint glow, absorbing the attack completely.

"Oh!"

Gu Qingluan was slightly surprised.

"Mistress, I just tried it; this mask is very special. I can't take it off, nor can I break it," Heaven Star chimed in, its adorable ponytail swaying.

Gu Qingluan attempted to remove the mask but found it stuck to his face as if it were a part of him.