An Zhiyi received the news, and he hurried back through the protected ground. At this moment, he is face to face with the guards outside the camp.
"Everyone, please calm down, speak one by one."
He tried his best to reassure the guards opposite him, but such reassurance was of no use to them.
What they needed to know was when the inter-plane traveler could return, when the person the camp most needed to protect would be safe.
They were anxious. How could they speak slowly now?
They had rushed a long way just to get some news, how could it be so difficult? Isn't this pushing them back without any way to give an explanation?
"Lord An, we can't speak slowly. The Second Master of our camp has already broken a leg, which is minor. Who knows when another assassination attempt might occur? We really can't wait any longer."
