Zhang Xiaohao smiled and glanced at the group, facing their tense gazes, he lazily exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Grandfather! Say something!" Zhu Feng's childish voice rang out.
"Haha! With me here, no matter how they stir up trouble, they can't cause waves! As long as you don't step out of your own courtyard. Remember, no matter what happens outside, don't take a single step out of the courtyard." Finally, a serious expression appeared on Zhang Xiaohao's face.
"Brother Zhang, with your words, we can be relieved!" Old Zhu laughed.
The anxiety within finally relaxed.
"You should go back! This battle won't last long, at most around three years before it's over," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Hmm." Old Zhu and others nodded.
With precise answers in mind, they headed towards the small courtyard together with the group from the Zhu Family.
"Young Master, what should we do?" Xiong Wang asked.
