At this moment, the camp was silent, with only Lie Quan leading some disciples on patrol, their footsteps softly echoing in the night. Shi Feiyang had long gone to sleep with Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua, after a day of traveling and fierce battles, they too needed a good rest.
Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi returned to their own tent.
Inside the tent, it was arranged warmly and elegantly.
Gong Simeng, a talented and versatile beauty, wore a light blue brocade robe, with embroidered delicate orchid patterns at the hem, swaying like orchids in the wind as she moved. Her face was charming, her skin like snow, her eyes bright and lively, exuding intelligence and gentleness. Her long hair, like black silk, casually draped over her shoulders.
Bai Zhi, the Miaojiang beauty, wore a colorful Miao dress, embroidered with strange totems, full of mysterious aura.
