Return to the retreat room.

As soon as Xiao Yicai stood down, he quickly took off his young man's clothes and put on a smart outfit.

Put on a Senhan mask.

"Boy...you..." Changtian Liquor Demon's face was full of surprise.

"Idiot." Xiao Yi quickly sorted it out while replying, "How could I really not go to the sea in the east and the land of hundreds of families?"

"Fortunately, those two fools from the Water Tribe couldn't calm down and showed up in just an hour."

"Only an hour has passed now, and the crisis on both sides should not have intensified too much."

The voice fell.

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi's figure, like a black ghost, left the East China Sea Fortress silently, no one could notice it, and no one knew it.

Who would have thought that the Lord of the Eighth Palace, who had spoken calmly just a while ago and was guarding the southern stronghold, would leave silently after a while.

Who would have thought that this arrogant swordsman would drop his sword and run away without a trace?
Chapter completed!