Confusing Others' Messages

"Once we leave, this place will return to calm. When the time comes, release some information saying that Mediocre Death God escaped on his own, or something like that. No one will be watching this place."

Ao Xin had not cared much about these things at the time. She believed that as long as this was the Dragon Clan's territory, everyone who came here would never return, and anyone capable of entering would be extremely dangerous.

She said to Qin Xi, "I'm very reassured about that."

Then she stretched her arms and casually tossed her bundle onto the table beside her.

She said to Qin Xi, "I'm going back to wash up and sleep first. I'm really exhausted."

Qin Xi said nothing, watching Ao Xin's tall figure walk into another room.

He shook his head helplessly and walked toward his own room as well.

He knew in his heart that he definitely had to rest well tonight. If he did not, and they continued traveling tomorrow, who knew what kind of danger they might encounter, and his body would also be extremely worn out.

When Qin Xi returned to his room, all kinds of thoughts kept running through his mind. He thought about Masked Man—what exactly was he doing, abandoning his own conscience like this? Was it simply to oppose him, or did he have some other motive?

The moment Qin Xi thought of Masked Man, his head ached terribly. Besides, it had been a long time since he had heard any news about that fellow Qin Dao, and he did not know how Qin Dao had been doing recently.

Qin Xi felt as though countless matters were circling around him. The more he thought about them, the less sleepy he became. Just like that, it was already the early