“Incredible stuff,” Wu Hongxiao praised, examining the thin mask in her hands. “With this on, even the Divine Sense of a Golden Core Grand Perfection cultivator wouldn’t be able to detect us.” Zhou Kai took his own mask. It was woven from a unique jade filament, cool to the touch. He pressed it to his face, feeling a subtle energy envelop him, isolating his aura from the outside world. “We’ll rest here,” he said, nodding. “We wait for Fairy Du’s