"Sir, does Great Grandfather no longer need us?"
Children's minds are not so convoluted. Concepts like splitting forces into two or covert maneuvers like secretly crossing the warehouse—they can't comprehend such things.
Moreover, there are individuals who don't wish to see the Heavenly Martial King's Golden Thunder Axe lineage continue to dominate the court. Such schemes, even if explained to these little ones, they likely wouldn't understand.
But at the very least, they can sense whether the external situation is friendly or hostile to them, whether their lives are going to improve or worsen.
This is merely an instinct.
At this moment, eight-year-old Zhao Yuanshou stared with his big shiny black eyes, his face carrying traces of unease, as he asked while clutching tightly to Zhou Ping'an's hem, much like he always did whenever encountering danger during their journey.
Because he knew that only by staying close to Zhou Ping'an did he have the greatest chance of survival.