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Late at night, Chen Qing arrived at the window of the city gate, looking out at Ji Dang's camp, his heart filled with a vague unease.
"Where's Wang Yuan, quickly call Wang Yuan here!"
Chen Qing lightly tapped on the window, his agitation growing more severe.
He really hated situations where he felt out of control.
Moreover, during the last gathering, Ji Ru also mentioned that Ji Dang had been acting extremely secretive and erratic, doing whatever came to mind without the slightest hint.
All of this suggested that Ji Dang was scheming something.
Wang Yuan soon arrived, "Lord Wen summoned me, what is the matter?"
Chen Qing said, "I am feeling extremely uneasy now, Ji Dang must be plotting some conspiracy."
"Can you predict anything?"
Wang Yuan nodded slightly and began to perform the secret divination of the Buddhist sect to foretell the fortune or misfortune.
