C1280 Napping

Lan Qingsheng sat at the head of the tent, looking at the bright night sky with narrowed eyes. He didn't seem to hear what the shadow had said.

The dark figure didn't panic. He stood behind Lan Qingsheng, head bowed, not saying a word, waiting for his response.

"Old Black, you have followed me for over fifty years, right?" Lan Qingsheng suddenly spoke to the shadow.

The black shadow nodded