Zhao Huai said this to once again test the guard and find out what the relationship was between this person and Yan Country.
As expected, the guard's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he sank into contemplation.
Clearly, Zhao Huai's words had an effect on him.
However, Master Huang beside them chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned:
"Shopkeeper, you're too emotional. In life, we always cross paths with others, and when disaster strikes, we all flee in different directions."
"Of course, that's just my opinion. It doesn't matter where we make money, as long as we make it. Who cares who the emperor is? Besides..."
The middle-aged guard couldn't stand listening to Master Huang's words any longer and interrupted with an expression of disgust and impatience.
"We should leave, Master."
His words cut off Master Huang's sentence.
"What gives you the right to interrupt me?"
Master Huang scolded him coldly, clearly dissatisfied with his behavior.