Xuan Army Camp.
"You're making progress, kid." Zhang Changyang leaned back in his chair, waving a goose feather fan he had somehow acquired. Seeing someone return, he flicked his eyelids, "You actually didn't continue fighting with Nanzhao."
"He's not as clever as Xinxin, but he's not stupid either." Nian Qianqian sat beside him, gently smoothing the fur of the Spiritual Fox in her arms.
Gu Qingheng was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
"Ah, it's done." Suddenly, Dao Xuzi bounced in, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand. "You two, hurry up, let's go test this out."
"Really?" Zhang Changyang was immediately energized upon hearing this. "Let's go, let's find a stray dog."
In an instant, the three elderly men vanished without a trace.
The others had long been accustomed to such occurrences.
Zhou Jiang's eyes flickered for a moment; he still didn't understand Gu Qingheng's intention in withdrawing the troops.
