"Hey, Commander Zhao, when exactly are we leaving for Beiyuan Province? We'll still need to prepare once we get there, right? Won't it be too late if we don't go soon?"
Su Ping rested his chin in his hand, feeling helpless as he spoke on the phone.
He glanced at the time again.
March 11th.
Half a month had passed since Master Zhu Hong left, which brought them to the agreed-upon time.
However, Su Ping had already mentioned this to Zhao Deguang five days ago. Yet for the past few days, the legion commander seemed to be very busy and kept saying there was no rush.
Finally, it was already mid-March.
Su Ping couldn't help being anxious.
Seemingly aware of Su Ping's dissatisfaction, Zhao Deguang's weary voice came reluctantly from the other end of the line:
