Qi Chen raised his hand, his slender and white fingers caressing his current face. A faint smile appeared on his lips, with a hint of sarcasm.
This face obviously belonged to Ji qinglin. It was fair and beautiful. At first glance, he looked like a clean teenager, unlike his original face, which had a demonic beauty ... It was disgusting.
Qi Chen was not wearing a human skin mask.
He had once had an opportunity and obtained the inheritance of the Qishan sect. The Qishan sect was a hidden sect. Almost no one in the Jianghu knew about this force. Even those who knew about it would think that it was just a legend.
Legend had it that the people of Mount Qi practiced spiritual Arts and were omnipotent in flying and burrowing.
Unfortunately, their lifespans were limited, and most of them did not live past 30 years old.
This was just a rumor in the martial world.
However, Qi Chen knew that it was true.