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When he opened his eyes again, Lu Zhaozhao had returned to his tent, wearing a snow-white cloak with the sharp scent of cedar.

Lu Zhaozhao was lost in thought, holding her cloak. After seeing Wen Sheng last night, she wanted to continue going up, but for some reason she suddenly lost consciousness. Now that she thought about it, it must have been Wen Sheng who did something.

She remembered the pair of eyes last night, which made her addicted. Logically speaking, she was a disciple of Qing Hui, so her resistance to illusions was strong. For example, Nan Rongrui's illusions would be weakened when used on her, but Wen Sheng was different. Perhaps he did not use illusions but something else. As a result, he succeeded.

"So, he knows that I'm not a demon. He may even know that I'm not from here anymore." Lu Zhaozhao murmured to herself. She recalled what Wen Sheng said before she lost consciousness: "Go back to where you came from."

As for how far he had understood, Lu Zhaozhao couldn't guess.

"Damn it, my secret is gone just like that." Lu Zhaozhao was furious. Looking at the cloak in front of him, he was so angry that he punched it hard.

Nan Rongrui's voice was heard outside the tent: "Don't dawdle, come out quickly, it's time to gather."

Lu Zhaozhao immediately stood up, hid his cloak, and then left the tent.

The demon army settled here. From afar, it was full of monsters, and at the front of the battle line were the snow-capped mountains of the northern region.

"Generations of Zen Buddhism have cultivated diligently in the Northern Territory, accustomed to this terrain and climate. However, we are different. Constrained by this, our techniques will be limited, and the flow of our spiritual energy will slow." The Palace Guard explained from the front, pointing a finger at the vast expanse of snow-capped mountains. He said in a cold voice, "They will suddenly appear from behind that mountain and catch us off guard. Therefore, we must be vigilant day and night. Do you understand?"

"I heard it clearly." The response came from below.

"Lord Demon King has been here for a long time. Is there anything you want to tell me?" The palace guard bowed and asked Wen Sheng beside him.

Snowflakes fell on the tip of Wen Sheng's nose, melting as soon as they touched it, turning the tip of his nose red from the cold, and standing out against his fair cheeks.

He wore the same dark robe as last night. He glanced at everyone below and said calmly, "If it's just a sneak attack, it's still manageable. But if they come to attack us openly in broad daylight, that would mean the most brutal moment has arrived."

After saying this, he slapped the token into the palace guard's arms and said, "Mobilizing troops is not my forte. Now that you're here, this important task is handed over to you. Use me as a thug to your heart's content."

After that, leave directly.

The palace guard shook his head helplessly, as if he was used to his rudeness, and picked up the token and began to dispatch people skillfully.

The palace guard was well versed in military tactics and was calm in deploying his troops. The previously stationed demon soldiers said that before he came, they were able to hold the front line because of the powerful strength of the Demon King who could defeat a hundred enemies alone. After the palace guard came, all the soldiers were much calmer and it was much easier to defend against the enemy.

But what made Lu Zhaozhao curious was that the military tactics used by this palace guard seemed to be the same as those used by humans. Was this also taught by the Demon Lord?

As the days passed, the war in the north was peaceful. Apart from the occasional confrontations with the raiding people from the Northern Territory, the rest of the time was quite leisurely.

It has been more than half a year since she came to the Northern Territory. Today, it is Lu Zhaozhao's turn to be on duty. She climbs onto the platform and looks down at the vast ice field, which is desolate.

With her was Cheng Sangjie, who was standing beside her and looking into the distance.

"I heard that the war in the east is fierce and the human race seems to be counterattacking. I think we should set off soon." Lu Zhaozhao looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain and said softly, with an obsession with the mountain top still lingering in his heart.

Half a year ago, she met Wen Sheng on her way up the mountain and then lost consciousness. The next day, Wen Sheng blocked the snow mountain and ordered no one to enter, and her plan was shelved.

Now, the war in the east is at a critical juncture, and according to historical records, the defeat in the west seems not far away.

This war lasted for nearly a hundred years, but ended abruptly less than two years after it broke out on a large scale.

But to her surprise, Cheng Sangjie beside her sneered, and Lu Zhaozhao looked at him curiously.

All I heard him say was, "It's impossible for us to go back before this war is over."

"why?"

"Haven't you noticed? Troops from the north are being transferred to the eastern front from time to time. Even the Demon King left a month ago. The only ones left here are us, the so-called personal guards and palace guards."

"Since the palace guards are staying here, doesn't it mean that this place is quite important?" Lu Zhaozhao obviously still couldn't understand what he said.

Cheng Sangjie shook his head, his tone filled with helplessness. He said, "When the Demon Lord goes to war, he must rely on the strength of the Eight Clans. However, the Eight Clans have been at odds with him for a long time, so how could he trust them completely? So, he used the excuse of a personal guard competition to make the Eight Clans think he wanted to reduce their power. He then sent younger generations of the clan to the battle, and then brought us to this isolated place, under the personal supervision of the Palace Guard."

Lu Zhaozhao frowned and said in disbelief, "You mean, the Demon Lord is using you to control the eight clans, and we are just hostages."

"You can say that." Cheng Sangjie said lightly.

"So, your plan failed?"

"No, there is another way." Cheng Sangjie smiled. Seeing the danger, he spoke softly, saying something particularly terrifying, "They can treat us all as abandoned pawns, and then they can still defeat the Demon Lord."

Lu Zhaozhao frowned, took a step back and distanced himself from him.

Cheng Sangjie has always been a gentleman in front of others. Even when facing the most intense battle, he would not show any extra expression. He was always calm and composed, so much so that Lu Zhaozhao forgot that he came from the Eight Clans and was the most scheming person among the younger generation in the Western Territory.

But today, he seemed to have revealed the fangs hidden under the sheepskin, revealing a corner of the terrifying face buried deep inside.

Cheng Sangjie noticed Lu Zhaozhao's behavior and asked softly, just like before, "Are you afraid of me?"

Lu Zhaozhao shook her head. She was not afraid of Cheng Sangjie. She just felt that Cheng Sangjie was particularly strange at the moment, and there was a terrifying aura around him.

Cheng Sangjie saw her shaking her head, but her movements were still cautious. He didn't take it to heart. He just turned his head and continued to look into the distance, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Is the necklace I gave you still there?"

Lu Zhaozhao subconsciously touched the pearl necklace on her wrist. This was given to her by Cheng Sangjie after she was taken to see Commander Cheng Sang. After leaving Ming Palace City, Lu Zhaozhao wanted to return it, but Cheng Sangjie stopped her.

She recalled the day when Cheng Sangjie looked at her and said, "Leave it in your hands. It will be useful in the future."

Perhaps that day, Cheng Sangjie's hidden face appeared briefly, but she didn't notice it.

Cheng Sangji didn't look at her, as if confident she would keep it. He continued, "I know you have a relationship with the Demon King, but I can pretend I know nothing. Just take the necklace with you, and you'll be safe."

"You, no, what are you going to do?" Lu Zhaozhao said with a trembling voice.

Cheng Sangji turned and walked towards her. His tall figure cast a huge shadow, completely enveloping Lu Zhaozhao's body.

He still had that formal smile on his face. He reached out to hold Lu Zhaozhao's trembling shoulders and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"The Western Territory is about to change."