Xing Hu dared to say this because he had his own considerations. The Advance Team only knew that he was frustrated in Guyi Government, but actually, very few realize that Xing Hu hails from a noble family, and his own cultivation is not weak; he is not a person of average stature.
Hearing their words, Cheng Ziang felt slightly relieved. He looked up at the sun and said worriedly, "It's noon now. The Nine Thousand Battalion will probably arrive in the afternoon; I don't know if you can hold out until then."
"Don't worry, just take good care of Qingtang for me." Xing Hu said without turning his head.
"Why does it sound like a deathbed confession?" Cheng Ziang felt uneasy again.
Despite his unease, he was indeed unable to play any role at the moment, so he had to honestly retreat to the inn and lock the door. Feng and Xing Hu are agile enough to climb over the wall; whether the door is locked makes no difference to them.
