The Northern Lands and the Golden Giant Eagle had always clashed frequently. Therefore, no one present found it strange that Herbert and Louis Rielff were now locked in open confrontation.
As for them actually starting a fight? "Hehe, the two of you are envoys who have traveled a long way. If you get into a conflict and start fighting over such a trivial matter, outsiders will think that my Tian Yuan Territory is behind it." Feng Long, whose face was lined with maturity, had also come up to the staircase.
He chuckled, and with just a few words, he loosened the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Hmph. For Brother Feng's sake, I'll let you sit on the Fourth Seat a while longer today." Herbert snorted coldly and slowly sat down.
Louis Rielff wanted to throw out a few harsh words, but when he saw everyone staring at them, he could only awkwardly walk over and sit in the seat marked for the Golden Giant Eagle.
"Commander Ruan Bao Lei, it's been a long time. I never expected that after our last parting, we'd meet again under circumstances like these." Feng Long sat at the Dragon Flag Territory's table and greeted him with a cupped-fist salute.
"Indeed. The last time was during the third year of the Wasteland. We led troops on an expedition together. Back then, you had only just followed Commander Feng onto a large battlefield. I still remember it." As he spoke, Ruan Bao Lei's expression grew complicated.
Time on the Wasteland was simply too cruel. After parting, there was a good chance it would be forever.
More than four years ago, the two of them had been comrades on the battlefield.
Four years later, instead of the reunion of old friends they had imagined, they had ended