Senja was rising a small red silk pouch for Gong Xu to see that contained the heirloom of Black Sword Clan in front of his eyes while he looked the item in Senja's hand questioningly.
"Can we talk in somewhere less crowded?" Senja looked around her, with this many people presence, no matter how low they talk, it would still be within an ear shot. Not to mention they were staring at Senja distinctly.
"This way." Reluctantly Gong Xu waved at her to follow him out of the tent.
They walked further away, near the outermost of the sanctuary, went up the hill.
"Are you planning to kill me here?" Senja grumbled when she felt her legs were getting cramp. "It is too far!"
But, of course Gong Xu couldn't hear her complain as he walked two steps in front of her.