"I really hope the inter-plane travelers return soon and wipe out these assassins!" he said angrily.
"All right, catching the assassins is unlikely. Old Lin, you and Tong Xin will watch over the Little Prince tonight. Everyone else, head back," the lord waved at everyone.
The guards all still need to guard the protected ground tomorrow, where demonic beasts roam, so it’s not a place to be distracted. Everyone needs to rest well.
"I’ll join too."
Feng Tang, seeing everyone preparing to leave, spoke up voluntarily.
He really wasn’t comfortable with just Old Lin and Tong Xin accompanying the Little Prince; he’d prefer to keep watch himself.
Hearing this, the lord turned to Feng Tang, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder, "Thanks for taking the trouble."
After speaking, he turned around and left. Early tomorrow, he also needed to go to the protected ground to slay demonic beasts. At this mont, he was exhausted, not wanting to waste a single mont, only desiring sleep.
"Little Prince, sleep now. I’ll be here watching."
After everyone left, Feng Tang looked at the Little Prince and said.
"Oh, okay."
The Little Prince didn’t say much else, sleep then, as long as no one cos charging in to stab him, anything would do.
"I have a bell here, you two hang it on the door." Saying so, he took out a bell from the box he had brought along.
Tonight was indeed quite restless, everyone needed sleep. Hanging a bell on the door would help everyone react imdiately if soone ca in.
Feng Tang took the bell and hung it on the door himself.
The whole night went on uneventfully, no more assassins ca to the door.
Such incidents like the one at North Desert Camp happened in many camps, but after the assassinations during the day, everyone was on guard, preventing anyone from succeeding, with only so getting injured.
...
The following day, Old Lin departed early for the Battle Cloud Camp.
Upon leaving his own camp, the lord specifically instructed him to find out exactly when the inter-plane travelers would return. If unknown, he should ask the people at Camp Zhan Yun to send soone to urge them.
Old Lin carelessly responded, thinking in his heart that the inter-plane travelers had already returned, he had seen them.
But he dared not ntion this, knowing was enough for himself.
By the ti he arrived at Camp Zhan Yun, it was nearly noon. Gong Cheng, having traveled to the planes, had just returned with a lot of items, surrounded by many guards.
"Indeed, I’m late."
He shouldn’t have delayed so much before departing, but there was no helping it. The ruckus caused by the assassins last night still had his chest hurting, and he was reluctant to use dicinal pills; lying in bed, he didn’t want to get up.
However, despite saying that, when it’s ti to act, he must act.
"Save so for , Brother Gong, what’s available today? Tell , I need so of it too. The little ancestor at my place can’t do without good things."
Speaking, he plunged into the crowd, scrambling for food and vegetables.
Gong Cheng heard the voice, looked at Old Lin, and was taken aback.
Wasn’t he fine yesterday? How co his face is all blue today, did soone hit him?
No way, right? Yesterday, they took so many fruits back, could he still have been beaten by the little ancestor in their camp? If so, just how bad is that little ancestor’s temper?
He muttered this in his heart while continuing to oversee those purchasing food and vegetables.
Anyway, he had all the ti to ask this guy later.
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