"No one else can do it but me." Mu Rongyun frowned. Xiao Lin's limbs felt a chill; if he lost consciousness now, the chance of protecting his heart would decrease. Fourth Master never intended to spare Xiao Lin, so he tampered with the needle, foolish people, knowing the danger yet still doing such silly things. "If you're afraid I'll harm him, then follow me."
Through the large screen, you could clearly see the person's visage above. However, all that was visible were a pair of eyes and an exquisite mask. Thin sheets of iron were polished into smooth patterns and delicate grooves, forming a mask of medieval design neither masculine nor feminine, accentuating the contours beneath, giving the face a sculpted appearance. Yet the eyes beneath the mask were obscure and cold, making those before the screen unable to lift their heads.
"Where's your master?" A fine, thread-like voice emerged from beneath the mask after a long silence.
