Since Qian Jiyun did not say anything, Zhan Beiye did not probe further. Everyone had their own secrets, and he was no exception. There was no need to get to the bottom of everything.
"Why don't I recommend a few good places for training?" he suggested.
"Are you sure you want us to train?" Qian Jiyun looked up at him as he added food to An Jiuyue's bowl. "I thought you would ask us to stay and help you. Jiuyue, this tastes good. Eat more."
"Mhm." An Jiuyue nodded and picked up some food for him. "This is delicious too."
"Do I need your help?" Zhan Beiye was amused.
This plane was a realm of carnage. There were many people stronger than him. The only reason he was called Marshal was because he was a royal prince.
He was really worried about letting Qian Jiyun and his wife stay here, so he might as well send them out to have fun.
"You've already helped me a lot. I wouldn't have known how to fight this battle without you."
