Upon hearing this, Ken Middleton fell silent.
After a long time, he looked towards Ethan Smith and asked, "Are you curious?"
Ethan Smith chuckled, "Indeed, I am curious, as normal people do not wear a mask on their face."
"Do you want to see what's underneath the mask?" Ken asked again.
Ethan Smith thought for a moment and replied, "If you are willing."
"Hahaha!" Ken Middleton burst into laughter.
He looked towards the North Plain, pointed his hand towards the other side of the dead river, and said, "Once this battle is over, I promise you."
"Really?" Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow.
"I, Ken Middleton, never lie," Ken said with a smile.
Ethan Smith cupped his hands, "Then, thank you."
Over the next period of time, there was no movement from the North Plain.
In the blink of an eye, eight whole days had passed.
Eight days, while not long for a cultivator, felt like a true waste for Ethan Smith.