After several days, inside an elegant-looking courtyard, there was a sword, a saber, a robe and a mask before Qin Wentian. He placed the mask on his face, and as his astral energy seeped into it, the mask gradually melded together perfectly with Qin Wentian's features.
Before Qin Wentian, Feng Zhu and Feng Qianxue were there as well. They stared at Qin Wentian and when the mask finishing melding with his features, there seemed to a be a mysterious and blurry sensation when they looked at him.
"Awesome! Sister, how did you manage to create such a mask? I have no way to recognize brother Qin. Clearly, he doesn't seem to be wearing a mask at all, yet there's a blurry sensation when I stare at him." Feng Zhu exclaimed.