Meanwhile, Mills and his group approached from a distance, their eyes also fixed on the entrance, their faces showing a hint of wariness.

The secret realm is an unknown territory for everyone; no one knows what might be inside or what they might encounter.

Two groups of people gathered at the entrance, creating a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Although the conflict between Qin Ze and Mills has been temporarily put on hold, everyone knows that this is only a temporary peace.

They were all secretly preparing, ready to deal with any potential dangers at any time.

Mills approached Qin Ze, his brow furrowed, a look of resentment on his face.

He wanted to discuss a crucial issue with Qin Ze: who should explore the secret realm first.

After all, neither China nor the United States wants to expose their powerful members to uncertain dangers.

Qin Ze smiled, seemingly having anticipated Mills' suggestion.

He gave Mills a deep look and said calmly, "Of course, you should go first to do this kind of cannon fodder work. After all, your country sends out more people, and if you can find out the truth inside, it will be helpful to us."

Mills' expression grew even uglier. He disagreed with Qin Ze's opinion and insisted that China should send people in first.

Qin Ze smiled slightly. He knew that there was no fixed answer to this question, but he would not back down easily.

“If you don’t go in first, then there’s no point in exploring this secret realm anymore.” Qin Ze’s tone was firm, and his gaze was resolute.

Mills's face darkened; he sensed Qin Ze's determination.

The two continued their argument, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Qin Ze stood firm on his position, his words resolute.

Mills, however, was agitated. He angrily said, "Your attitude is completely lacking in the demeanor of a great power."

Qin Ze sneered, looking at Mills with a slight smile: "The demeanor of a great power? Perhaps you should first ask yourselves whether your actions have the demeanor of a great power."

The argument between the two grew increasingly heated, with their words becoming increasingly harsh. They represented the interests of their respective countries, but also two different ideologies and stances.

At this critical juncture, relations between the two countries are as tense as a bowstring, and any concession by either side could trigger even greater turmoil.

In the heated atmosphere, Mills and Qin Ze continued their argument, their words becoming increasingly sharp, representing the interests and honor of their two countries.

Mills wore a cold smile, clearly dissatisfied with Qin Ze's insistence. "Qin Ze, aren't you afraid we'll take drastic measures if you're so unwilling to compromise?"

Qin Ze, however, remained defiant, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Mills. "Mills, you should understand that this secret realm is on Chinese territory, under Chinese leadership. We will not allow you to do as you please."

"Your attitude is far too arrogant!" Mills' voice grew louder, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, Qin Ze's fingers gently pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the Tianwen Sword emitted a clear sword sound.

An invisible sense of oppression enveloped the room, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

"Mills, do you think this attitude can threaten us?" Qin Ze's voice was cold, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

"I won't back down, Qin Ze!" Mills said through gritted teeth, a stubborn glint in his eyes.

The tension between the two groups was palpable, the scene resembling a sharp confrontation with swords drawn.

Qin Ze gripped the Heavenly Question Sword tightly, and the aura emanating from his body gradually condensed, as if an invisible power was brewing.

Mills' face turned ashen, and the four Grandmasters beside him couldn't help but tense up. After all, the pressure from the Heavenly Question Sword clearly made them feel immense pressure.

The tension on the battlefield intensified, and the standoff between the two powerful nations seemed to envelop the entire Himalayas.

However, just when the tension reached its peak, a phone rang, breaking the stalemate.

Qin Ze and Mills were both slightly surprised, and they answered their phones at the same time. On the other end of the line were high-ranking officials from their respective countries.

"Young Master Qin, try to avoid any conflict before entering the secret realm..." A deep voice came from the phone, seemingly conveying unquestionable authority.

“Mills, don’t forget, this is Chinese territory. Exploring the secret realm requires following certain rules,” the other voice reminded him firmly.

Qin Ze and Mills exchanged a glance, and they had to put aside their previous arguments and threats.

At the moment of the phone call, Qin Ze and Mills could both feel each other's anger and murderous intent, but they also understood that at this critical moment, personal emotions and grudges had to be put aside, and the interests and authority of the country were the most important.

Qin Ze took a deep breath, sheathed his Heavenly Question Sword, and looked firmly at the phone. "Okay, we can enter the secret realm together."

Mills' lips twitched, and he dropped his previous arrogance. "Alright, in that case, we will abide by the country's arrangements."

Despite reaching a consensus on the surface, the repression and anger in their hearts did not dissipate.

They all knew that this was a decision made out of necessity, to avoid greater trouble and conflict.

However, this compromise does not mean they will forget the hatred and antagonism between them.

After the call ended, Qin Ze and Mills were both silent for a moment, their eyes flashing with barely concealed murderous intent.

However, they knew that at this moment, the will of the state had become an unquestionable principle, and regardless of their personal feelings, they had to obey the state's arrangements.

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