"Has anyone who has recently come here been named Yuan Shu?"

Yuan Shao couldn't help but inquire about Yuan Shu's whereabouts, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Chu You thought for a moment, then shook his head: "There haven't been many people coming recently, and every ship entering the port has to register and report. I haven't found this person!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shao's expression immediately darkened. He had also heard that a sea storm had occurred before their landing, and many ships had been lost at sea.

Thinking of this, a look of sorrow appeared on Yuan Shao's face.

"Benchu, don't worry, no news is good news. I believe that Gonglu won't have an accident so easily!" Cao Cao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but step forward to comfort him.

Yuan Shao glanced at his friend, nodded silently, and said nothing.

Cao Cao sighed, then turned and walked out with Liu Bei and Sun Jian to begin arranging the dismantling of the camp.

Inside the tent, Yuan Shao was alone. His mind drifted back to his conversation with Yuan Shu before his departure:

"Brother, I don't like this kind of life. I want to be like you, fighting on the battlefield!"

"Then it's up to you. What kind of life do you want?"

Recalling what he had said to Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao couldn't help but show a hint of regret on his face.

"Oh, highway, you absolutely mustn't have an accident!"

murmured something softly, then turned to look in the direction of the Han Dynasty, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

After all, they were brothers by blood, and their relationship had only recently improved considerably, so he, as the elder brother, couldn't help but feel extremely worried.