"Your honor, how about the Qingfeng Citadel..." Feng Yuanxing tried to ask.

Li Mu patted his head and seemed to have thought of something, saying, "Oh, I forget to say, has Ma Junwu recovered from those wounds? Right? Let him order fifty guards with him to clean up the battlefield at the Hancha Intersection. That place is too bloody, and I'm afraid businessmen or passers-by will be scared."

Hancha Intersection?

Feng Yuanxing and little boy Qing Feng ...