"Join the Dao Soldier Bureau, and I'll have your back!" Commander Yang thumped his chest in guarantee.
"You're only at Foundation Establishment. What big talk are you spouting?" Zhang Lan said disdainfully.
Commander Yang shot Zhang Lan a glare. "I may only be at Foundation Establishment, but some people haven't even reached Foundation Establishment."
Zhang Lan did not bicker with him, instead saying seriously:
"Mo Hua was born frail and cannot temper his body. If he joins the Dao Soldiers and has to fight amid the chaos of a battlefield, it would be extremely dangerous."
"Of course we wouldn't make him do that," Commander Yang said. "In marching and warfare, the hardest thing is 'know yourself and know your enemy.' He knows the Concealment Technique. He can advance while concealed to scout the enemy's situation, or, taking a step back, use it to protect himself."
"And scouting the enemy isn't dangerous?"
"Then forget about scouting the enemy," Commander Yang said bluntly, taking a huge step back. "He can just draw Array Techniques."
Mo Hua could not help asking, "Does the Dao Soldier Bureau lack array masters too?"
Commander Yang answered vaguely, "It's not that short on them..."
Mo Hua said, "Uncle Yang."
Commander Yang laughed. "There's no need to be so formal. He calls Zhang Lan Uncle, so it's fine for him to call you Uncle too."
Mo Hua moved a large stool over and listened from the side.
Mo Hua wanted to go and take a look, but he still held himself back.
It was not that he disliked hardship, feared danger, or was unwilling to join the Dao Soldier Bureau. Rather, once he joined, he would have to leave his home and wander outside all year long.
Mo Hua could only force himself to draw some Array Techniques,