"Yes!"
The others were only slightly worried. Once they thought of resting for a year, their spirits lifted again.
Meanwhile, Li Tianming blended into the cheerful crowd, utterly inconspicuous.
"Does Sha Mo usually have any enemies..."
An Ning frowned deeply in thought.
As a high-bloodline member of the Sandflow Clan, she needed to give Sha Mo's Lineage an explanation.
As she pondered, her gaze happened to sweep across the crowd entering the fortress wall passage, then suddenly fixed on a strand of white hair.
It was that kid's white hair slipping out from beneath his helmet!
"Li?"
An Ning watched that strand of white hair recede, her gaze profound as she gradually fell into deep thought.
"She stared at you for quite a while. Will she suspect you?" White Night's eyes were at the back of Li Tianming's head. They were soul eyes; when An Ning looked over, it was looking at An Ning too.
"It doesn't matter. There's no evidence whatsoever, so it can only be suspicion. Besides, it's not like she dislikes me. The stronger I am, the more curious she becomes." Li Tianming said.
"Then she's in danger." Yinghuo said thoughtfully.
"How so?" Li Tianming asked.
"Women start with curiosity, then slowly fall in deep. By the time they realize it, they're already taking off their clothes." Yinghuo continued to muse.
"Your sister!"
As Li Tianming cursed at it, he happened to emerge from the fortress wall passage and return to the interior of Flying Star Fortress.
At this moment, another unit was gathering here—the even-numbered squads of the Black Rose Thousand-Soldier Battalion.
"Look, that one, Chen Ying." Silver Dust suddenly reminded him.
Li Tianming did not use his eyes. Instead, he looked in that direction with the Heaven-Stealing Eye.
He saw that the female Hundred-Soldier