The noise from outside had clearly disturbed the inside of the tent.
Yue Hongling, lost in her passion, came to her senses and immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword by the tub, "Lei Ao is here, I need to..."
"You better take it easy," Zhao Changhe held her shoulder and casually grabbed a set of Alien Clan garments from the side and placed them on the rim of the tub. "Anyone can show up except you. If they find an excuse, Sisi will be in trouble."
"What if Lei Ao uses the excuse to bully Sisi? How about I disguise myself and go out?"
"Who could be fooled by your swordsmanship?" Zhao Changhe leisurely picked up some medicine to apply to his face and soon, a man of the Ancient Spirit Clan appeared in front of Yue Hongling, flashing a toothy smile, "Of course neither Zhao Changhe nor Wang Daozhong should show up. How do you like the look of this Ancient Spirit Clan man?"
