Under Qi Haoran's dumbfounded gaze, Mu Yangling sliced open the tent slowly. During this period, only a faint sound could be heard. If Qi Haoran wasn't watching, he definitely wouldn't have noticed this subtle sound.
Mu Yangling sliced until there was enough space for one person to enter before putting away her dagger. Then, she gently climbed in. Under Mu Yangling's glare, Qi Haoran could not help but slowly crawl in. Then, the two of them looked up and saw Fan Zijin sitting comfortably in the middle chair, drinking hot tea and looking out of the tent comfortably.
Qi Haoran opened his mouth to speak, but Mu Yangling glared at him fiercely. Qi Haoran immediately shut his mouth.
Mu Yangling walked over quietly. When she passed by the table in the corner of the tent, she even picked up a chopstick from it…
