Cai Nui

Lu Zhen seemed to slowly open his eyes from his meditation.

"Okay," he spoke in a deep voice, his tone calm yet resolute. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, and then walked out of the tent.

"Eh?" The Second-stage martial soldier froze in place, stunned.

"Wasn't this beggar half-mad…?" He trailed off, his words cut short as he felt an inexplicable chill in the wind that swept in from outside the tent. His back shuddered uncontrollably.

For a Second-stage martial expert, feeling cold from a normal wind was unheard of. But this chill wasn't caused by the wind—it emanated from his own thoughts.

"Damn it, that bastard is an imposter! He's been playing the beggar all along, and I foolishly guaranteed my life on it. I need to protect the young miss!"

Cai Niu immediately shot out from the camp, moving with such speed that he seemed to defy his limits, pushing himself beyond his usual strength.