Jiang Xiao stood in place, breathing deeply.
The power of Bai Liu also rapidly receded, and his body returned to normal.
But inside, he was still filled with the aftertaste of battle.
He knew that in this battle, he had not only defeated Pan Niwhys but, more importantly, he had conquered the illusion in his own heart.
As Jiang Xiao was about to leave the children's health care center, he suddenly noticed a streak of black light flash across the ground.
"Eh?"
Jiang Xiao crouched down, his gaze sharply fixating on the "clown mask".
It lay quietly on the ground at this time, the surrounding air seeming to twist because of its presence.
The black light on the mask flickered occasionally, as if conveying its extraordinary nature.
He reached out a hand, his fingertips almost touching the dim light when he stopped at the very last moment.
