Seeing the situation, Huang An directly shifted the topic to the management of Feng'an City.
"Feng'an City is not too big yet not too small. Just relying on our manpower at the Xialin Tribe, I'm afraid it won't suffice. Senior Sister, do you know how many people the master will send over? Are there any reliable ones?"
Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Zhao furrowed her brows.
She bit her lower lip and said:
"Father said last night that there won't be many people, and they won't stay in Feng'an City."
Senior Sister Zhao's words caused Huang An's eyebrows to wrinkle as well.
He pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and said:
"If we are short of manpower, then things will be difficult!"
Before Senior Sister Zhao could ask, he explained the reason himself.