The Third Legion, Shen Fan arrived with the deputy general's seal.
As soon as he got there, a member of the Fire Origin Spirit Race came to find him and led him to the registration desk.
Clearly, this was an arrangement by Sacred Ancestor Cang Ya.
When they reached the registration desk, Shen Fan was given special treatment. The Fire Origin Spirit Race member led him past the soldiers waiting to report in and straight to the front.
Some of the soldiers were naturally displeased, but when they saw the special seal in Shen Fan's hand, they immediately swallowed the curses on their tongues.
Shen Fan sensed it all and felt pretty good.
The officer in charge of registration had clearly noticed Shen Fan's special status, too. Before he knew it, a fawning smile had appeared on his face.
"Sir, please give me your name, cultivation level, and recommender, and I'll fill out the form for you."
"Shen Fan, Eighth Grade, General Cang Ya."
The officer's writing hand paused, and he looked up.
He glanced at Shen Fan, then at the name of his recommender, his expression a little strange.
"Shen Fan? So you're the one!
Wait here!"
Shen Fan keenly noticed the change in the officer's tone. He found it a little strange, but said nothing.
He watched the officer rise and hurry toward an isolated tent not far away.
A moment later, the tent flap was flung open.
A tall, powerfully built young man in crimson armor strode out.
His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and a dancing flame mark sat between his brows. He radiated searing heat, like a walking sun.
The wave of heat drove the surrounding cultivators back, and none dared look directly at him.
The young man's gaze was sharp as lightning. It