My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

At this moment, he was armed with the bug-level existence known as the Devil Transformation Armor, so even a Sky-Man Realm powerhouse couldn't possibly hurt him in a short period.

Even if Qin Beifeng disregarded his pride and directly attacked his identity as a spy, aiming at me, he would not succeed.

Cheng Guang was confident and not panicked at all.

When he arrived at the tent where Qin Beifeng's aura was emanating from, he calmed his emotions before entering, then with a face once again showing concern, he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside.

Upon entering the tent, he could clearly smell a faint scent of blood.

In the center of the tent, surrounded by white drapes on the bed, Qin Beifeng was side-glancing through the tent window, observing the battle in the distant sky between Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan and two Devil Emperors.

Watching the battle between them, his brow sometimes tightened, sometimes relaxed.

He was distracted by the changing tide of Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan's battle.

He didn't even notice Cheng Guang entering the tent.

It wasn't until Cheng Guang approached his bedside that Qin Beifeng sensed someone nearing, his gaze shifting from the window back to Cheng Guang.

Upon seeing Cheng Guang in his tent, he was first startled, then his face broke into a smile.

"Princely Heir, what brings you here?"

Looking at Qin Beifeng, Cheng Guang's face showed concern, "Mr. Qin, I was worried about you. You were just injured by the Fire Dragon Devil King, and I see that Mr. Qin's injury is not light, so I came to see how you were."

When Qin Beifeng heard Cheng Guang say this, his face showed a bit of embarrassment. He scratched his cheek and gave an awkward smile.

"You flatter me, Princely Heir."

Qin Beifeng sighed, "Logically, I shouldn't have lost to that Fire Dragon Devil King. It's just that at that moment, I don't know why, but I couldn't muster any strength and was defeated by him."

"It's truly shameful."

Qin Beifeng's words entered Cheng Guang's ears, and while the concern on Cheng Guang's face did not diminish, he silently observed Qin Beifeng's expressions, looking for any anomalies, which made Cheng Guang a bit disappointed.

Could it be that Qin Beifeng truly isn't the spy?

It's come to this point now.

The Duke and the Demon Kings have entered battle together.

Aside from myself, no one else is paying attention to Qin Beifeng.

If Qin Beifeng was the spy, why isn't he taking action now? What is he waiting for?

Could it be because of the injuries within his body?

After all, not everyone possesses the healing divine power known as Everlasting.

For the sake of a convincing act, Qin Beifeng had not mildly injured himself, and it would likely take some time to recover.

Cheng Guang glanced covertly at the bandages wrapped around Qin Beifeng's body, soaked with blood, and offered consolation, "Mr. Qin, don't overthink it. Just focus on recovering."

"By the way, Mr. Qin, how is your injury now?"

Cheng Guang asked, seemingly off-handedly.

Qin Beifeng, not overthinking it at that moment and looking somewhat disheartened, replied, "It's probably going to take a while, at least a few hours."

"For the time being, I won't be of any help in the battle outside."

After Qin Beifeng spoke, his expression dimmed slightly, looking dejected.

Cheng Guang heard this, nodded slightly noncommittally, and did not say much else.

"There's no need to rush, Mr. Qin. Heal up first; North City should be fine."

Having said this, Cheng Guang walked over to the side table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

Clearly, he wasn't planning on leaving.

At this point, Qin Beifeng was the only person worth suspecting.

Watching him a while longer wouldn't hurt.

Qin Beifeng noticed Cheng Guang's actions, and it was clear he hadn't expected Cheng Guang to sit down for tea while he was recovering.

It looked like he wasn't planning to leave.

Qin Beifeng, seeing this, let a covert smile flicker across his face, but quickly suppressed it.

It seemed Cheng Guang's decision to stay by his side was an unexpected pleasure for him.

Qin Beifeng assessed the injury within his body, realizing it needed a bit more time. He calmed his anxious heart and stopped paying attention to Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir beside him, turning his gaze back outside the window.

He focused on the battle between Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan and the two Devil Emperors.

The two Devil Emperors, even when combined, couldn't handle the Duke.

Such incompetence.

Qin Beifeng inwardly sighed, his eyes closed slightly. He already felt that this matter would still require his own intervention.

Time slowly passed.

After a quarter of an hour.

Then, at a certain moment, Qin Beifeng's injuries, still faintly marked by blood, healed instantaneously.

Following a flash of light, Qin Beifeng's originally pale face returned to normal, and his breathing stabilized and balanced.

He didn't look at all like someone who had been injured.

This sudden change of Qin Beifeng caught Cheng Guang's attention.

Cheng Guang, boredly lifting his tea, sipped it while observing the Duke's battle with the Devil Emperor outside the window, just as Qin Beifeng had done.

It felt like watching a blockbuster.

Sensing the activity from Qin Beifeng, Cheng Guang put down his tea cup and turned his gaze to Qin Beifeng.

Qin Beifeng, smiling, began to remove the bandages wrapped around him, sat up, and donned a new suit of armor.

Upon seeing Qin Beifeng's actions, even though he couldn't be sure, Cheng Guang thought it unlikely that Qin Beifeng's injuries had healed.

From the time Qin Beifeng was injured up till now, it had been only half an hour, right?

Such serious injuries, recovered in less than half an hour?

Before Qin Beifeng's recovery, there hadn't been the slightest hint that it was about to happen—it seemed almost sudden.

This feeling…