[Mask of Stoicism Activated]
With the [Mask of Stoicism Activated], Xu Weiyuan's countenance became cool and collected, befitting someone who had experienced thousands of years of wear and tear from time. His face still blushed with a tinge of youthfulness as he raised a brow at the trio that joined him in the airspace above Long Wei's abode.
He felt the power emanating from the robes of the scarred elder standing behind Long Wei, his scarlet eyes making him feel exposed. The other elder was strong, a God, but not nearly as strong as the scarlet-eyed elder.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the man of the hour, the one person who could make his life a little easier. Seeing him up close made Xu Weiyuan realize that his job had only just begun. He stared into the pair of abyss-like black eyes that seemed to suck him in, briefly giving him a glimpse of the coldest layer of hell.
