All along the way, Wang Baole was tempted to ask about the mask, but he resisted it, knowing that it would be inappropriate to do so outside since the matter was serious. He decided to ask his father tonight, after they finished their drinks.
Before long, the father-son duo reached their house, the place where Wang Baole grew up. The feeling of familiarity made Wang Baole, who had left Phoenix City a year ago with gusto, slightly sentimental.
By virtue of his father's archaeological work, Wang Baole's house, an independent property, was considered relatively high-end in Phoenix City, though it still could not be compared to a typical apartment in Ethereal City in terms of price.
Once he stepped foot into the house, Wang Baole instantly smelled the fragrance of food. His eyes lit up, immediately running into the house after removing his shoes, where he saw his mother approaching him with a plate of braised meat.
