This is a high-risk reconnaissance mission, and they are quite courageous.
Watching the scout team depart, Fang Yu quietly thought to himself, then went off to stand guard and patrol the group.
"Mr. Diao!"
"Mr. Diao."
"Greetings, Mr. Diao!"
Fang Yu, like a lord of the territory, walked through the group, and wherever he went, people respectfully saluted him.
After patrolling once, he returned to Song Zhenrong's side.
"Are they back?"
"Not yet."
Song Zhenrong's expression became somewhat tense.
The time has been dragging on a bit.
And just then, a commotion suddenly came from afar.
Both Fang Yu and Song Zhenrong looked in that direction.
People nearby also hurriedly approached.
They saw horse hooves from far to near, soon spotting several figures quickly approaching here.
The sound of the hooves wasn't urgent, and judging by those figures' expressions, they seemed not to have encountered any problem.
Song Zhenrong's expression visibly relaxed.
