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Hearing this, the man who had been fiercely clutching onto his scythe and pressuring to the point it looked like it was about to snap couldn't help but burst out in a small fury, "Eh? Guard Yong, how can you speak like this? Everyone is fighting for their lives, and we're back here guarding the gate. If we weren't worried, then we'd be sick!"

Lightly shaking his head, Guard Yong walked over to the guard house and came out with a boiling pot of water, a couple of bowls, and a half-consumed tea cake.

Slightly patting the ground, Guard Yong found a slightly more clear area and placed everything down before using the edge of his sword to cut into the tea cake.