After seeing off Ming He, the sounds of shouting and killing soon echoed outside the inn, along with the clash of weapons, interspersed with explosive roars and piercing screams.
Cheng Ziang didn't yet know the details of the assailants, but from the sounds alone, he could tell these folks weren't to be trifled with.
"Fula, Xiao Fula, where have you gone?"
Cheng Ziang looked around impatiently and called out, but Fulajie'er did not respond to him.
"Need my help?" Xing Hu saw the situation and volunteered once more.
"No need, just protect Qingtang," Cheng Ziang said with a sigh, "Seems like we've dragged you into this."
"No, no, the matters of the Saints are my matters too," Xing Hu said with a solemn face.
Cheng Ziang truly didn't need Xing Hu's help, as what he was conducting was the standard operational procedure for when the Advance Team encountered enemies, including cover, reconnaissance, and counterattack.
