"Something wrong?"
"Yes!" Qian Wantong nodded to Chen Mo and said, "I need to speak with Captain Ouyang Nan about something. Please let her know."
At the moment, Ouyang Nan and the other two women were cultivating inside the tent, while Chen Mo sat guard outside. That was why Qian Wantong spoke to him.
Qian Wantong also glanced at Qian Zhenghao, who was sitting beneath a nearby tree and meditating. He grumbled inwardly, This fellow has treachery written all over him. It's been so many days, yet he hasn't come to report anything to me. He's no longer close to the Qian Family either, as if he wants to cut himself off from us. What an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.
But Qian Wantong was an old fox. Although he had opinions about the two men before him, he did not reveal them in the slightest. After all, they were already dead in his eyes; it was merely a matter of dying sooner or later. Why should he get angry at a bunch of fellows who were about to die?
"Fine. Wait here." Chen Mo did not say much. He nodded, rose to his feet, and walked to the front of the tent before sending a voice transmission to Ouyang Nan. Naturally, the transmission was faint, like a soft call beside her ear.
After all, Ouyang Nan and the others were cultivating, so he had to be careful.
After hearing him, Ouyang Nan gradually finished exercise and drew her Qi back into her Dantian before crawling out of the tent.
Before she could say anything, she saw Qian Wantong standing not far away. Chen Mo promptly gestured to indicate that Qian Wantong had come looking for her.
Ouyang Nan said nothing more. She nodded to show that she understood, then walked toward