In the streets and alleys.
Mu Qianqian stood rooted to the spot, staring at Su Yanjin's departing back with a face full of confusion.
This man had clearly dealt with several Golden Immortals with ease, yet he said he was not impressive?
He had not even given his name.
"How am I supposed to repay him?"
"What a headache."
Mu Qianqian murmured, then disposed of the corpses of those Golden Immortals.
After dealing with the corpses, Mu Qianqian happened to emerge from the alley. Remembering that Su Yanjin wore the armor of a city guard and had said he was an ordinary soldier, her red lips curled into a smile...
The next day.
Su Yanjin reported for duty at the usual time.
He put on his armor, donned his hat, and continued standing guard with an expressionless face.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, one step at a time.
The other guards all took out some low-level pills to replenish their strength.
After all, it was wartime now. Everyone had their nerves drawn tight, and under such intense strain, spiritual power was depleted quickly as well.
Only Su Yanjin remained completely motionless.
And whenever this happened, the veteran would often call Su Yanjin over, split his supplies in two, and hand half to him.
Though Su Yanjin did not need them, he still accepted half in the face of the veteran's goodwill.
"Thank you."
After taking the supplies, Su Yanjin was about to quickly finish that half.
"Benefactor, I came to see you. I brought you something delicious."
A gentle voice rang out. It was Mu Qianqian, whom he had saved yesterday.
Carrying a food box, Mu Qianqian arrived before Passage No. 9. Seeing Su Yanjin there, she secretly rejoiced that her guess had indeed been correct.
However.
In response