"Your Majesty, your humble general Cheng Yaojin pays his respects."
Just as Hao Shuai was lost in thought, a deep voice interrupted him.
When Hao Shuai saw who had arrived, the corner of his mouth twitched. "Why is it you again, you old rascal Cheng Yaojin?"
The man was clad in armor, with a dark complexion and a burly frame!
Who else could it be but Cheng Yaojin?
But that fellow sure was lucky!
Last time, he'd been the first to drink from the Fountain of Youth. This time, a peerless disciple had practically been delivered to his doorstep—and he just happened to be in the Capital City.
Hao Shuai couldn't help marveling at how Cheng Yaojin truly lived up to his reputation as a lucky general.
"Your Majesty, it's me, Old Cheng!" Cheng Yaojin said ingratiatingly. "Is there another good thing you've got in mind for me?"
He'd already guessed from Hao Shuai's tone that something good was coming his way.
Last time, he'd happened to be stationed in the Capital City too, and he'd gotten to drink from the Fountain of Youth. He'd gained several decades of life out of nowhere and grown more than ten years younger.
Meanwhile, Qin Qiong and the others were still working hard to earn military merit by leading troops into battle, all for the chance to drink even a sip of the Fountain of Youth!
By now, Cheng Yaojin had figured it out completely: whenever Hao Shuai sought him out, something good was sure to follow!
"Indeed, I've got something good to give you!" Hao Shuai said with a smile. He pointed at the utterly bewildered Shang Fengzi. "See? I've brought you a disciple."
"A disciple?" Cheng Yaojin asked uncertainly. "Your Majesty wants me to take that young man as my disciple?"