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"What's going on, Mr. Ning?"

Yang Xuan had just finished pitching his and Yuh Qingcheng's tents. Dusting off his hands, he walked over to Ning Zifeng.

Ning Zifeng looked somewhat uneasy as he grabbed Yang Xuan and led him away. Over his shoulder, Yang Xuan called out, "Qingcheng, I'll be right back!"

They stopped in a secluded spot, away from the torchlight.

"Mr. Yang