"Alright, you can stay here tonight!"
Xu An led Xiang Liang to the wooden house of his Golden Sword Team, arranged a room for him, and then turned around ready to leave.
"Sir…"
Just about to step out of the room, Xu An turned back to see Xiang Liang hesitating to speak, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said, "If there's something to say, just say it."
Xiang Liang showed a hint of hesitation on his face, but still gritted his teeth and spoke:
"Sir, I know Great Xia is powerful, but Flying Tiger has allied with Yang Ping and the Moon Ming families, and they might even have coerced the Hefeng Camp, in total four camps, with at least over a hundred in the Earth-digging Realm, and several hundred in the Logging Realm.
That defense officer just now took only two small teams, isn't that too few people? I'm worried..."
Xiang Liang didn't finish his words, but the meaning was obvious.
