Hua Qiong did not move, clutching her twin blades and staring at Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei barely held on to her composure, managing a smile as she said: "I suddenly had a better idea. Did you see that man by the camp gate, he's also a part of my plan, you'll see!"
Hua Qiong examined Feng Zhiwei without understanding, completely unable to process why any of this was happening.
Cold sweat dripped down Feng Zhiwei's back, and she casually leaned against her sword to support her trembling legs, smiling around clenched teeth: "Go quickly, don't ruin my plan!"
With that, she lifted a hand and sent the flare signal.
