Mo Zhenting commanded immense respect in the Wind Scythe Sequence Army.
The Seventh Legion had long suffered the negative reputation of being a "haven for spoiled rich kids." Most of its soldiers came from the Southwest United or the Nine Great Families, and they were certainly not short on troublemakers.
But ever since Mo Zhenting joined the Seventh Legion, passed the Sequence Army's elite selection, and rose to senior officer before taking command, he had whipped his soldiers into shape. They were so obedient and well-behaved it was almost unbelievable.
That was one reason the Legion's headquarters valued Mo Zhenting so highly.
He had the makings of a great commander.
In recent years, the Wind Scythe Sequence Army had performed exceptionally well in large-scale battles.
Almost every time, it had secured the greatest victories at the lowest cost in lives.
In particular, during two major exercises in the Beidou Star Domain and a siege operation in support of the Great Expedition, the Wind Scythe Sequence Army under Mo Zhenting had claimed first place each time.
On top of that, the young star who was all but guaranteed to become a division commander also straddled both the Martial Path and the Psionic Path. He was highly likely to become a Grandmaster and challenge the Heavenly Pass.
That was a significant advantage.
It made him a highly sought-after figure.
He could be called the rising star of the Seventh Legion.
He was deeply admired and respected by the mid-ranking soldiers.
"The Grandmaster who oversees Nanhuang Dojo isn't there. It's a good opportunity."
Mo Zhenting tapped his fingers out of habit. He had heard a little about the Nanhuang Dojo successor turning down the Four Great National Universities.
If New Dongxia wanted to reach the summit and stand among the stars, it couldn't