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In front of the tents was the assembly area.
Mu Cheng had just put down his whistle when, like seeing a ghost, he saw Mo Shangjun coming from the dark ahead.
It wasn't just him; Instructor Peng Yuqiu and two teaching assistants also wore shocked expressions.
—Why on earth would she come from that direction?
Further away was a departure from the campsite: no lights, no tents, no people—barren and remote land.
The terrain was uneven, overgrown with weeds and dense shrubs, making it difficult to traverse.
Oh.
The only flat area was the training field they had arranged.
Mo Shangjun walked up leisurely, at a steady pace. Her figure slowly emerged into the light, a white glow laying a veil over her, highlighting her languid features and complementing her aura, giving an impression of stunning beauty.
She alone drew the gaze of all four onlookers.
"Where did you go?" Mu Cheng regained his composure and asked Mo Shangjun.
