“You’ve got the wrong person.” That soldier stood up without raising his head and began walking toward the tent entrance. He was evidently shocked upon coming face to face with Zhao Jundu. “How come it’s you!?”

Zhao Jundu stood there with his hands behind his back. “Why can’t it be me? Since the day you vanished, I’ve been waiting for you to use the Three Thousand Flying Leaves art on me. The many paths of the great dao lead to the same destination. If you divine me, I will know where you are.”

Startled, the soldier frowned. “How is that even possible?”

“Of course it is. Your art is far from perfect!”

The soldier straightened his posture with a sigh. Despite his ordinary appearance, the temperament with which he carried himself was evident. He sized Zhao Jundu up from head to toe, saying, “Fourth Young Noble surprisingly possesses such talents. You’ve truly hidden your powers well.”

Zhao Jundu smiled faintly. “I had no choice. I don’t have a lot of schemes, so I need to leave a hidden ace to deal with you diviners.”

Song Zining removed his mask with a sigh. “Who would’ve thought...