Wuxin's calmness—who knew whether it was real or fake.
At the very least, with Qin Shaofeng absent, no one present could see any difference.
As for Qin Shaofeng and the other, who had just entered the rules, they naturally did not dare do anything like scrubbing each other's backs.
Ever since Wuxin had joined their party, Qin Shaofeng had already grown suspicious of him.
Though for various reasons,
he believed it was unlikely that Wuxin was the Blood Robe Old Ancestor, that still could not make him lower his guard against Wuxin.
After crossing the grassland, the thick fog had thinned further, allowing much of their cultivation to recover.
But Gusu Hanxing had used the rules continuously for three days, and the expenditure had already been immense.
Qin Shaofeng had no desire to let outsiders see his woman.
Not even if there was only the slightest possibility.
After entering the rules,
Qin Shaofeng took out some clean water and merely helped Gusu Hanxing wash her hair, hands, and neck. Then they changed into outer garments and, without caring about the heavy smoky stench clinging to them, emerged once more.
Gusu Hanxing needed a proper rest, so for the sake of comfort, he had brought her into the rules to rest.
When the rules dissipated, he discovered that everyone was looking at them with exceedingly strange expressions.
"Why aren't you hurrying up and washing yourselves? Are you planning to keep moving forward covered in all that mud and grime?"
How could Qin Shaofeng fail to understand their gossiping thoughts? He rolled his eyes fiercely, snorted coldly, then pulled Gusu Hanxing away to find a level patch of ground and rest.
Only then did the others snap awake under his angry shout.
They then noticed that the smoky odor on Qin Shaofeng