Yang Chen's promotion was a single step to the heavens, raising him at least four or five ranks. Had it been anyone else, many would naturally have been deeply dissatisfied. Yet Yang Chen's merits left no one daring to say he was unworthy.
After all, Yang Chen had accomplished what no one else could. He had first driven back the Immortal Demon, then used a wondrous method to lure over the Black Mist Dragon Wind, crushing the Forbidden Demon Clan and reclaiming Vulture Ridge, which had already been lost.
It could be said that even if Yang Chen's military rank were raised further, no one would have anything to say. Yang Chen's merits alone equaled the combined merits of everyone else.
However, any further promotion would mean the position of Deputy Commander. It was not that Zhang Zhongyi was unwilling to yield his position to someone more worthy, but the Commander's post was decided by Great Emperor experts. Even if he wanted to give it up, he could not.
Of course, Yang Chen did not place much importance on rank. To him, the position of Great General was already enough.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, General Yang!"
Quite a few people came forward to offer their congratulations.
Yang Chen smiled and responded to each of them.
The members of his squad were the happiest of all, each sticking close by Yang Chen's side as though afraid he might run away.
Though they had not earned much merit themselves, they felt no dissatisfaction. They had followed Yang Chen over mountains and through rivers the whole way, and had not been of much help to begin with. It was only right for the credit to go to Yang Chen.
Most importantly, they would not suffer any loss from this. Yang Chen had been promoted—how could