Qiudekao's grip on his walking stick tightened slowly. His aged face maintained a calm veneer, but as he looked at the man sitting opposite him whose emotions were unreadable, a flash of unease clearly surfaced in his eyes before vanishing in an instant.
The tent fell silent in an instant, save for the rustling sound of Second Master toiling with the folding fan in his hand and the slight breeze it kicked up.
Inside the forest.
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