C1207 Don't Give away Your Head

Wisps of white clouds drifted across the clear blue sky, bathed in gentle sunlight and occasionally caressed by a passing breeze. The weather in the Glory Arena remained predictably pleasant.

Lo Chuan gazed upward, pondering whether to implement a weather cycle feature.

At present, he assumed the guise of the death's envoy. Clad in light armor, a golden mask hung at his waist