In the blink of an eye, evening had arrived.
Because there were quite a few Chunin among the Cloud ninja team, their marching speed was not very fast.
After several full hours, they had covered less than one fifth of the journey.
This speed was almost half as slow as when Qian, Kakashi, and the others had come.
At this rate, by the time they returned to Konoha, it would probably be the morning after next.
Fortunately, the formal negotiations were set for seven days later—no, it should be six days from now.
So Qian was not in any great hurry.
It was just delaying his training a little.
Qian shook his head inwardly and pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
He stood on a large tree not far from the Cloud ninja team, watching them gradually set up their tents and camp without saying a word.
Time slipped by, minute by minute and second by second.
In the blink of an eye, the night had grown deep.
In the camp below, aside from a few Cloud ninjas responsible for keeping watch, everyone had fallen asleep.
At that moment, apart from the occasional chirps of insects and calls of birds in the forest, there was no other sound.
Time continued to pass, and the night grew darker.
At some unknown point, a faint layer of white mist appeared in the surrounding forest.
The white mist would not obstruct a person's vision, but it could faintly affect their perception.
Not only would it make people sluggish, it would also involuntarily give them a drowsy, sleep-heavy feeling.
Just like Qian on a large tree not far away—at some point, he had already sat cross-legged on a branch, eyes shut tight, as though he had fallen asleep.
At a certain