...
Wu Qingjing left.
Shen Ning'Er didn't see him off. The moment Wu Qingjing left, she picked up her communicator and dialed the number for Fang Yuan, the chairman of the Celestial King Group.
"Hello, this is Fang Yuan." Fang Yuan's voice came from the other end almost immediately.
"Hello, Grandpa Fang. This is Shen Ning'Er. I need you to gather all the Attribute Elixirs sold by the Celestial King Group, as well as the Group's weapon manufacturing blueprints, and bring them to the Underground City as quickly as possible."
"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Fang Yuan spoke again. "What's happened? Are Tangtang and Gao Neng in any danger?"
"I'm not sure, but this matter concerns the survival of the Alliance. Please, Grandpa Fang, do it right away."
"Alright... I understand. I'll do it myself!"
"..."
The call ended.
Shen Ning'Er walked out of the military tent.
White snow drifted down, landing on her black military uniform.
