Ye Zhangjian, Long Yuqiong, and Yu Tianxiao sat properly across from General Zhen.
"The conditions are rough, so make do with Prayer Mats."
Lioz spoke leisurely as he poured tea for the three of them, then casually added:
"I've recently taken a liking to Eastern tea, so I took the liberty of brewing some. Nobody minds, right?"
"No problem, no problem."
The three answered in unison, the picture of obedience.
They had no choice but to behave. Before a powerhouse at level 280, everything else was superfluous.
Besides, the General Zhen controlled by Lioz was nothing like them—poor bastards still wearing equipment from the Layer Abyss era, which at most served to cover their bodies and preserve their modesty. General Zhen now wore a broad, heavy robe steeped in the style of an ancient Eastern nation. It crossed right over left, with a dark blue base and intricate cloud patterns embroidered along the cuffs. A piece of seemingly priceless jade even hung from his black belt. He had also grown his hair long, securing it with an elegant crown and hairpin.
If not for his face, no one would have recognized him as General Zhen...
No—Ye Zhangjian took a closer look at General Zhen's appearance.
Everyone knew that General Zhen and Li Aoz were complete opposites. As a popular streamer, General Zhen's character creation could not exactly be called heroic and majestic, but it was certainly terrifying enough to make children stop crying at night. His recruited character belonged to the Red Arrow Ethnicity, known for its skull-like facial features and exceptionally hard, cold bone structure.
Yet General Zhen now, though his brows still carried that same sinister, stern air, had much softer features and far clearer eyes. Dressed in Eastern attire, he did not look strange or out of