"What's wrong? What happened?"
The man with the surname He on the other side of the courtyard heard the sound of tapping on the door and walked out with his coat on, seeing a group of people barging in with torches in their hands in a murderous manner, he couldn't help but look dumbfounded.
"The sect has mixed in spies, and is now searching everywhere, where are the people in your courtyard?" A middle-aged man at the head asked with a deep voice, his gaze turned and landed in that room of Feng Jiu, just as he was about to walk up, he saw that the door of that closed room opened and a man sleeping with a dazed face with slightly dishevelled hair cloaked in a tunic walked out.
"Senior Brother He, what happened?" Feng Jiu had a sleepy face, as if he was sleeping and burying his head in boredom, making his hair a little messy.