Three days later, Xiao Tianyang had returned to Shenwu City.
However, no sooner had he stepped into the back mountain than Fei Yan came knocking.
The reason was simple.
"Sir, how could you take Grand Commander away?"
Fei Yan frowned slightly, her lips pressed together as she said, "Don't you know that the Frontline is desperately short on combat strength?"
Xiao Tianyang spread his hands. "I didn't go there, so how would I know what's happening on the Frontline?"
"Besides, it's only stretched thin, not in crisis. How is it as serious as you claim?"
The faint grievance in his gaze made Fei Yan surrender in the end.
"Fine, fine. Taking a step back, I didn't handle this well."
Xiao Tianyang said, "Next time I leave, I'll definitely report it to you first."
He added, "Especially when I take people from Baihua Tower with me. Will that do?"
His concession defused the argument that was about to erupt.
Still, it was rather strange.
At first, whenever Fei Yan saw him, she had been utterly respectful, terrified of slighting him in any way.
But after growing familiar with him, she no longer seemed afraid of him.
Moreover, Xiao Tianyang did not know whether it was an illusion, but he could always see a trace of Bibi Dong in Fei Yan.
It was the sort of feeling where he clearly could restrain the other party, yet somehow never knew where to begin.
Unable to make sense of it, Xiao Tianyang could only cast aside his tangled thoughts.
Of course, since Fei Yan had brought up the difficulties encountered by the Frontline, he could not simply ignore them.
And once they got down to business, Fei Yan's emotions calmed.
Or rather, she had never intended to argue with Xiao Tianyang from the start.