The gray-robed figure suddenly stopped, his eyes beneath the mask shooting cold and sharp beams towards Shen Luo. His voice was deep and hoarse, articulating the words of a man.
Shen Luo was startled. Before his arrival, he had smeared a scent-eliminating potion over himself and held his breath well in advance. Despite being more than a dozen feet away from each other, he was still detected by the other party.
If their positions were reversed, he believed he might not have noticed the other party.
"No, I'm not up to any mischief. I just arrived here earlier," Shen Luo said in a hoarse voice, his thoughts turning quickly as he walked out nonchalantly.
The man was wearing a ghost face mask, likely headed for the Ghost Market, they were bound to meet sooner or later, so there was no point in hiding.
"Are you going to the Ghost Market too?" The gray-robed figure looked a bit surprised seeing the mask on Shen Luo's face.
