Xiang Gaoyuan fell into deep thought. He did not know that his uneasiness did not come from Huangfu qingjue, but from the little girl whom he did not take seriously at all.
"By the way, won't it be easy for others to see through your identity? do you want me to help you hide it?" Walking on the bustling streets, Ling Chuxi suddenly thought of Huangfu qingjue's sworn enemies and asked worriedly.
No matter how strong his enemies were, Ling Chuxi dared to stand by his side and face them together with him. However, for the sake of his safety, Ling Chuxi still did not want to be too ostentatious.
"Don't worry. There are many different races in the Qing-Yun realm. They all look different. The spirit beasts look even more different. If I don't show my power, no one will be able to guess my real identity." Huangfu qingjue knew that Ling Chuxi was worried about him and said this in a carefree manner.
