"What about the other tents..."
"The female soldier Ji Ruonan is in charge, the male soldier Peng Yuqiu is in charge."
"Good."
With nothing concerning him, Mu Cheng agreed with extreme alacrity.
*
On the other side.
On an empty space far from the tents, situated in a secluded area with no one passing by, only wild grass and bushes, the wind blew, causing the branches and leaves to shake, and the sound was very loud.
Liang Zhiqiong and Peng Yuqiu stood facing each other.
Peng Yuqiu had shed his usual carefree demeanor, looking serious and stern, his face somewhat gloomy. The sunlight cast down, creating a clear demarcation of light and shadow on his handsome face—the dark side cold and severe, the light side firm and resolute.
