Fan Ji'ao had barely left when someone slipped into the warm tent immediately after.
"Who is it?" Still lost in thoughts of a bright future, Wa Keluo suddenly felt a chill, and after snapping back to reality, he noticed a figure clad in black, with a black veil covering their face, radiating an air of disgust.
"You're really living it up, huh? Guzzling wine, gobbling meat, merry as can be," came a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, but the lighter the speaker's tone, the more sweat trickled down Wa Keluo's face.
"Not at all, not at all, the task given by the master is completed––––"
"Hm? Completed?"
Wa Keluo blinked, his neck stiff as he shook his head, then nodded, looking perplexed at the figure in black, when an impatient voice came again: "What is it then? Did you succeed or fail? Have you gone mute?"
