In the shadows, a pair of eyes constantly watched over Gu Sheng's camp.
Gu Sheng sensed it but decided not to act.
He knew someone was observing him, and since that person wanted to hear things firsthand, he let them be. Everyone from the south side of the city had gathered; sooner or later, some things would reach their ears.
"Lan Yao, tear some meat."
"Alright, there's plenty of game here; everyone should eat more."
Gu Sheng's side was lively, making the observer frown deeply.
"So complacent and unambitious; seems like it's not any renowned sect."
As he lowered the curtain, someone stopped to rest in front of his camp.
"What bad luck. If I had known Luo Qin was like this, I shouldn't have come here."
"Yeah, I thought he'd lead Qingcheng Sect well and be a noble person, but turns out he's a scoundrel. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come."
