As he spoke, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.
The others chimed in, "That's right, we're not just some embroidered pillows. General Xiong's worries seem a bit unnecessary. Come, come, let's accompany you in drinking this bowl of tea."
They picked up their teacups, pressing him with their gaze.
Vice General Xiong, having no choice, picked up his teacup and drank along with them.
Putting down the cup, he sighed, "I'm not worried about the contest with the Little Duke. Like you all, I have confidence in our troops. The Little Duke wants to challenge with five hundred men; let alone her, even if the old general took the field himself, it would be difficult."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Then what were you worrying about just now?" One asked curiously.
Vice General Xiong glanced at them, speaking in a deep voice, "I'm worried about the Old General."
