Swish!

Chen Xi’s voice was still drifting through the air when a wisp of a faint fluctuation of energy had suddenly appeared at a corner of the carriage, and then it formed into a figure.

This figure was robust like a mountain, had a rugged appearance, a broad forehead, and a formidable aura that was solid like a rock. Surprisingly, it was Tu Meng!

When he heard Chen Xi, Tu Meng hurriedly said, “Martial Ancestral Uncle, this is my duty. You absolutely must not speak in that way.”

Chen Xi smiled, and then he glanced at the curtain of the carriage.

“Don’t worry Martial Ancestral Uncle, I’ve set up restrictions on this carriage. It’s utterly impossible to listen to our conversation from the outside world.” Tu Meng had instantly discerned Chen Xi’s thought. When he spoke up to here, he spoke with a slightly puzzled expression, “Martial Ancestral Uncle, why do you still conceal your identity?”

Chen Xi said helplessly, “I’ve already been reduced to such a state. So, who would believe me even if I didn't?”

Tu Meng couldn’t help but chuckle, and then he said, “Martial Ancestral Uncle, we’ve already helped them deal with that lethal danger, so why don’t we seize this...