The commotion outside clearly alerted those inside the tent.0

Caught up in the moment, Yue Hongling snapped back to reality, reaching for her sword beside the tub. “Lei Ao is here, I need to…”0

“You better take it easy.” Zhao Changhe pressed her shoulder, casually picking up a set of tribal clothing and placing them on the edge of the tub. “Anyone else can show up, but not you. If they find an excuse, Sisi will be in trouble.”0

“What if Lei Ao uses the excuse to bully Sisi? How about I disguise myself and go out?”0

“Who are you going to fool with your sword art?” Zhao Changhe calmly smeared medicinal herbs on his face, and before long, a man of the Ancient Spirit Tribe stood before Yue Hongling, grinning. “Obviously, Zhao Changhe and Wang Daozhong can’t show up either. What do you think of my Ancient Spirit Tribe look?”0

Yue Hongling watched Zhao Changhe, now more skilled than ever with all kinds of strange and unusual tricks, and suddenly felt that the carefree boy from before seemed so distant.0

Right… He’s now ranked thirty-seventh on the Ranking of Man, a top figure in the world. Wherever he goes, he becomes a significant factor. If the enemy never realizes that Zhao Changhe is here, they might suffer a great loss.0

At the gate of the stronghold,...0