The night was as dark as ink, with a crescent moon quietly hanging in the night sky.
The cool moonlight spilled over the river valley.
The campfire by the river was still burning, with a few students who couldn't sleep chatting softly around it.
Qin Yang took off his shoes, entered his tent, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, entering into cultivation.
"Qin Yang, are you asleep?"
More than half an hour into Qin Yang's cultivation, a soft female voice came from outside the tent.
"Hmm?"
Qin Yang opened his eyes, unzipped the tent, and a beautiful, sweet face appeared outside the tent.
"You're not asleep yet, that's great..."
Sun Tiantian's face lit up with delight, her voice soft.
Qin Yang was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes filled with joy. At the campfire party tonight, she mentioned liking someone, and it seemed to be him that she was talking about.
