Qiao Cong, Old Mu, and Cheng Yun had all gone to bed, while Gu Ling and Qiao Jing were still strolling under the moonlight in the garden.
"After hearing you talk about it tonight, I really want to see what's inside that magic treasure," Qiao Jing said.
"I have no guilty conscience about letting you be my stand-in," Gu Ling knew Qiao Jing was intentionally saying this.
Qiao Jing's mouth twitched slightly, "Forget I said that, it's just my sincere thoughts. Of course, I don't want to be controlled by Mo Yan. If you can seize that magic treasure, we can explore it."
The two of them, obviously, were not just making small talk in the middle of the night because they couldn't sleep, but they needed to discuss the detailed plans for the forthcoming chapter. The sooner it was carried out, the better — they should set off tomorrow.
"The question now is, should we deploy troops or not, or should we stealthily attack?" Qiao Jing asked solemnly.