The night was as dark as ink, and it was the third watch of the night. Among the tents, glimmers of firelight flickered like stars.
Chen Yi took a deep breath and gazed into the distance. The Capital City was hidden behind the pitch-black horizon. He had left Qin Qingluo and Zhu E quite coolly, but where to go afterward seemed uncertain. He couldn't just return to the camp and say he wanted to stay the night.
Chen Yi exhaled, thought for a moment, and then thought of someone. He walked briskly in that direction.
After practicing martial arts, his senses were sharper than ordinary people, especially since he had reached the Fourth Rank. He could hear everything happening in the camp clearly, naturally hearing when Min Ning lifted the curtain.
To be honest, his method of humiliating Qin Qingluo then was a spur-of-the-moment idea, a sudden inspiration, as he never could have predicted that Min Ning would be brought to the camp by Qin Qingluo.
