But the fact of the matter was that Zhao Changhe was not just probing anymore; he was throwing fastballs straight down the middle.0

He knew that the blind woman had her own motives. Even though her way of pulling him into this world was far from humane, it was not purely malicious. He was just a chess piece in her grand game. To her, he was simply a pawn to be used.0

In other words, her objectives and his desire to “go home” did not fundamentally conflict. At worst, they might clash in terms of timing. Theoretically, they could work together honestly and achieve mutual benefits. There was no need for all this cryptic behavior that only bred resentment or resistance—whether from him or Xia Longyuan. Such mistrust would only make achieving any goal harder.0

But no matter how bluntly he tried to ask, she refused to be transparent, refusing to speak plainly. Even direct and candid words from him failed to break through her veil of secrecy.0

The frustration gnawed at Zhao Changhe. He ground his teeth in irritation, tempted to take out the Heavenly Tome and mess with it again.0

Forget it.0

Suppressing the urge, Zhao Changhe instead opened the foundational Spirit Control Technique the Spirit Tribe maid had delivered. With a major battle looming, his immediate goal was to focus on training.0

The steel-like resilience and immense strength...1