At this moment, moonlight poured into the tent.
Lang Qianxing sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on Lu Zixun, with a look of indecision in his eyes that made it unclear what he was thinking.
As usual, Lu Zixun nodded, "Just stepped out to look at the moon for a while."
"Oh?"
With a meaningful tone, Lang Qianxing spoke indifferently, "Then why did my clan not find you when I sent them out to look for you just now?"
"I heard them calling, but didn't feel like responding."
Yawning, Lu Zixun lazily said, "Qianxing, did you come all this way just to accuse me of something?"
"No."
A slight smile curled up at the corner of his mouth as Lang Qianxing took out a jug of wine from behind and clapped his hands.
Members of the Teeth Wolf Clan from outside the tent came in, carrying side dishes.
"This is because I was thinking, since we are going to the Insect Clan's low-level farm tomorrow."
