"I wonder how Da Ju is doing in the Crimson Land."
At this moment, having finished his work, Zeng Haoyang put down the document in his hand and looked out the window with a worried face.
"Elder Zeng, don't worry, that little bastard is pretty impressive when it comes to integration."
Xiong Kang, who had finished his training, opened his eyes and comforted Zeng Haoyang while also reassuring himself.
"I still have some matters to attend to here, so after you enter the Crimson Land, try to get in touch with Da Ju first."
Sighing silently, Zeng Haoyang's gaze became profound: "After all, the people inside the Crimson Land are not so easy to deal with."
Nodding silently, Xiong Kang said, "Don't worry, who knows, by the time I get there, that guy might be doing better than anyone else."
"Hopefully."
Taking a deep breath, Zeng Haoyang, gazing out of the window, sighed again, his face full of concern.
