Three Generals Camp.
The residence of Advisor Ning Zhuo.
In the simple reception hall, only Liu Er, Ning Zhuo, and Zhao Xi were present.
Zhao Xi sat in the main seat, with Ning Zhuo accompanying him.
"At your service, Lord Zhao!" Liu Er stood before Zhao Xi, cupped his hands, and bowed.
He looked sincerely at Zhao Xi, wholeheartedly expressing his gratitude for his assistance.
Zhao Xi glanced at Liu Er, his gaze pausing on the dried blood at the corner of Liu Er's mouth.
Just now, Shuangjing brought the quartermaster to attack, and Liu Er took the hit himself, getting injured and spitting blood, but he endured without treatment.
Zhao Xi nodded slightly, extended a finger, and pointed at Liu Er, "You're a sensible one, very good."
Then, he casually waved his hand, "Sit down."
In Zhao Xi's mind, he didn't care much about Liu Er, this mixed-blood Golden Core demon; his main focus was on Ning Zhuo.
