The tent flap fell softly, shutting out the faint rustle of the wind completely.
Inside the cramped tent, the atmosphere instantly grew heavy. There was no clash of spiritual radiance, no collision of auras, yet a silent tug-of-war quietly spread through the air.
Burning Heaven Lord stood where he was, dressed in the most ordinary logistics cultivator's robes, washed pale with wear. His bearing, features, and aura were all utterly unremarkable. If he walked through the military camp's passageways, anyone passing by would see only a low-level cultivator with his head down, diligently working and impossible to notice.
Yet Qin He saw through him completely.
This man was like a pool of seething molten fire, forcibly compressed into a placid pond. The surface was without a ripple, but beneath it lay a scorching presence capable of burning the void to ash, concealed and restrained to the utmost extreme.
"Burning Heaven Lord, what refined tastes you have." Qin He slowly raised his eyes, his tone calm and unreadable. "Disguising yourself to infiltrate the border garrison—aren't you afraid an old acquaintance from the Fire God Hall might recognize you and expose you on the spot?"
Hearing this, Burning Heaven Lord chuckled. He raised a hand and casually brushed away nonexistent dust from his shoulder, his movements natural and carefree, without the slightest air of an Ultimate Dao expert.
At this moment, he was utterly unlike the forceful, overbearing, and reckless figure he had displayed at the Fire God Hall.
It was impossible to know which side was his true temperament, which was a disguise, or whether both were disguises.
"Across the entire Returning Ruins Frontline, very few have seen my true face. Besides, you dared to hide alone in the heart of the Divine Court." Burning Heaven Lord's gaze fell upon Qin