With more than a thousand sturdy warriors in his command, Wu Fa began constructing numerous lookout towers and patrol posts around the camp.
This way, no matter where the enemy might appear, everyone could detect it in time.
Lin Feng was resting in his room when someone suddenly knocked at the door.
"Who is it?"
Lin Feng asked from inside, and a crisp voice came from outside.
"Master, it's Jing'er."
At this moment, Jing'er was holding a tray with a bowl on it.
It emitted a rich aroma, looking very appetizing.
After hearing the answer, Lin Feng called out to the person outside, "Jing'er, come in quickly."
Jing'er, a little girl just over ten years old, was dressed simply and knew how to care for her elders.
She carefully entered the room and gently placed the tray down.
"Master, this is a little gesture from Jing'er. I hope you enjoy it."
The young girl spoke softly to Lin Feng, as if afraid of disturbing him.
