The night grew deeper.0

Zhao Changhe stumbled out of the tent.0

Immediately, a guard stepped forward to stop him with a nervous smile, speaking in broken Central Plains Mandarin, “Mister Zhao, where are you going?”0

Zhao Changhe squinted at him. “What, am I a guest or a prisoner? Is it any of your business where I go?”0

“Uh, no, it’s just that this is a military camp. It’s not safe to wander around…”0

Zhao Changhe scanned the circle of guards and smiled. “Did your khan tell you to take good care of your honored guests?”0

“Yes, yes, he did…”0

As they spoke, the guards felt a growing sense of respect for Zhao Changhe. Their khan’s orders to treat him well seemed to magnify in their minds, while the instructions to keep an eye on him and prevent him from leaving the tent faded away.0

It was not just a single guard who felt this way either, all the guards nearby felt increasingly positively toward Zhao Changhe. His words subtly guided their thoughts, making them increasingly confused.0

Having touched upon the door of the Profound Mysteries, Zhao Changhe could now exert a certain degree of mental and spiritual influence. The mental control derived from the Pure Bliss Art, which had been relatively useless in the past, had now become practically applicable.0

Originally, the Maitreya Cult used this technique to sway the minds of followers. Later, it became more notorious and began being used to seduce women, but for some reason, Zhao Changhe found it more useful for...7