For Li Aozi, the box was barely larger than his foot. With a light push, he effortlessly shattered the lock, revealing the contents inside:
A book.
A key shaped like a human hand bone.
And a pale, maggot-covered mask.
The other two items were the knowledge and wealth accumulated by the blacksmith during his time as the 'Chief of the High Table.' He intended to pass these on to someone fated to receive them.
Wealth was meaningless to Li Aozi, and knowledge of the Void was best left untouched. These two items were unimportant.
The important thing was—the mask.
"In this way, I now have two masks."
Li Aozi lifted his palm, and the two masks of the Knights of the High Table were immediately drawn to it, converging here:
"To open the path to the 'King,' nine masks are needed. Seven remain."
Li Aozi glanced at the book in the suitcase. Gravity lifted it, quickly flipping through the pages:
"Gold storage locations, crystal contracts... High Table selections—found."
