Half an hour later.
Polaris and the others finally saw Jack emerge from the command tent in the military camp's clearing, and they hurriedly went to meet him.
"Mr. Jack."
"Have you been waiting here for a long time?"
Chen Lun, seeing the dozen or so people crowding around him, smiled and said.
Leaning on his Silver Staff, he pointed toward a tent not far away, which was his personal resting place.
"Let's talk over there."
Dongyang and the others opened their mouths, then immediately closed them and obediently followed behind Jack, walking into the large tent together.
Although the recent rain had wetted the ground around them, the inside of the tent seemed clean and refreshing, with a soft red and white carpet on the floor and several folding chairs casually placed around a conference table.
