"Don't worry, Zhou!" She took the clothes, pledging confidently.
Zhou Qing nodded: "If we're truly exposed, I have the assurance to safely lead you away."
This wasn't mere empty talk—with his current strength and the intrigue among the Thirteen Sects, he believed that most others would likely sit back and watch the show.
After changing, Zhou Qing donned a silver mask, stuffed the old hen into his arms, and carefully reminded Lu Yaoyao of a few details.
The two exchanged a glance and confidently headed deeper into the Witch Ancestor Mountain Range.
"Buzz—"
As soon as they approached the alert zone, thirteen terrifying Divine Senses pressed upon them like a tide.
Zhou Qing snorted coldly, solidifying his Divine Sense into a tangible barrier in front of him.
"Huh?" A few startled voices emerged from the shadows.
Lu Yaoyao immediately feigned panic and shouted loudly, "Dou Niwan, Direct Disciple of the Mixed Element Sect, ordered by the sect to invite Master Su here!"
Swish!
