Cheng Guang paused for a moment upon hearing Cheng Zhihai's voice.
He really had not expected Cheng Zhihai to have such concerns.
Thinking about it, it made sense: the whole world had become such a mess, with mysterious and powerful figures emerging endlessly—Great Zhou was relatively calm at this moment.
After all, within the boundaries of Great Zhou, there was still the Tang Chang'an City, there was still himself, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, and there was Wu Ling, the Empress of Great Zhou.
Basically, chaos was unlikely to erupt.
Within the territory of Great Zhou, there were few Immortals and Deities of Heavenly Court or other Western Buddhas causing trouble.
But still.
There might be no great deities, but there were still many lesser monsters.
Just a few lesser monsters were enough to disturb the peace of the entire Great Zhou.
At this moment, Cheng Zhihai's concerns seemed understandable.