When the next day arrived, Zhenjin was woken up by noise.
"What's happening?" Zhenjin opened his bleary eyes.
After listening for a while, he thought he heard Zong Ge's voice.
Due to practicing intensely the night before, Zhenjin was too tired even to take off his leather armor. He simply tossed aside his thin sword and water pouch and fell asleep.
Now, he rose immediately, donned his thin sword, lifted the tent flap, and stepped out.
The argument had just ended, and Zong Ge was leading a group of people who were about to leave.
Each of these people was holding a crossbow.
"Lord Zhenjin!" Xi Suo spotted Zhenjin and immediately felt as if he had found his anchor.
He hurried over to Zhenjin, pointing at Zong Ge and the others, "These people are barbaric; they came here to take away most of the crossbows!"
The people around Zong Ge stopped in their tracks when they saw Zhenjin arriving, their expressions tense.
