Ye Ling had sat through the night.
Not until the eastern sky began to show the first light of dawn did Ye Ling slowly withdraw his gaze.
"Northern Liao King, have you not slept all night?"
The Southern Border King was the first to walk out of the tent and, seeing Ye Ling still sitting under the tree, he paused, then asked immediately.
Ye Ling nodded slightly and said with a smile, "I was thinking about some things, and before I knew it, I had sat through the night."
The Southern Border King did not ask further; he knew the spot where Xue Yongqiang had fallen off the cliff was right here, and Ye Ling's spending the whole night here was probably related to Xue Yongqiang.
While the two were talking, others also began to emerge from their tents one after another.
The group quickly dismantled their tents and stowed them away in their bags again.
"Let's go, to the Witch Sect!"
Ye Ling said indifferently.
