Little York has already arranged some troops to move out of some areas outside Scimitar Ridge and will continue to advance in the next few days.

Everything is just for one thing.

Ensure that Ning Fan can return safely from Wujian Mountain.

Ning Fan has now reached the point where any of his actions will affect the hearts of all the forces in the lower city.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Ning Fan naturally wouldn't blame anyone, after all, everything everyone did was for his sake.

"General, there is something I want to ask."

Little York scratched his head and said, "I know my status doesn't allow me to ask such questions, but I am indeed a little curious..."

"Ask."

Ning Fan didn't have much aversion to this child. On the contrary, like Luo Xiu, he felt that this kid was a promising talent.

"Why do you insist on sparring with that old Sword Master?"

Little York frowned, "As far as I know, Diancheng also possesses a powerful warrior from the Eight Desolations. If both of you suffer losses, wouldn't that give him an opportunity to take advantage?"

Ning Fan was not surprised.

He had already guessed that this was most likely the question Little York was asking.

But at the same time, Ning Fan did not answer.

"It's really inappropriate for you to ask this question."

Ning Fan said softly.

Little York was startled for a moment, then bowed sensibly, "Okay, then, Chief General, go to bed early."

Soon, little York left.

Ning Fan, who was sitting on the chair, spoke to himself.

"If Ling Mo really takes advantage of the opportunity to attack, are you confident that you can handle him?"