The makeshift camp was set up quickly. Although the best spot had already been taken by others, this was not the time for polite and courteous behavior.
Jiang Lingxi directly marked off a piece of unused land that had been fenced off by the Changcang Sect, "Set up the tent here."
Xu Zhao glanced at Chong Yin, who was walking towards them, "…Understood."
This meant there was no need to be courteous; he got it.
"Miss Jiang."
"Mr. Yin."
Chong Yin paused his steps, "It's so late already, Miss Jiang and your people probably haven't eaten yet, right? We happened to cook a bit extra. Once you're done, you can come over to eat, no need to hold back."
"Mr. Yin, you are indeed kind, but I'm afraid you might poison us."
Xu Zhao's hand shook as he was pitching the tent, almost hitting his own hand with a hammer.
Wasn't that a bit too direct?
Moreover, he had just glanced around, and judging by the size of the other camp, they had about twice their numbers.