The matter of Ling Zhan taking up the position of chief instructor finally came to a close.
No one dared question this youngest, lowest-level Demon-Slaying chief instructor in history again.
Naturally, the media had to keep it confidential as well.
At most, they would report that a new chief instructor had been appointed.
After all, it concerned appointments and information within the Demon-Slaying Legion. Even official media outlets did not dare report too much on it.
The matter ended.
Everyone dispersed.
Ling Zhan was also assigned an exceedingly luxurious villa. Not only did it come with a private training room, but its facilities were fully equipped.
It was not that they still needed to indulge in material comforts before a great battle.
Rather, given the conditions of this world now, there was no longer any need to wage war under hardship.
It was not just Ling Zhan. In fact, the members of the Demon-Slaying Legion, as well as those weaker bounty mercenary corps, all enjoyed good accommodations and living conditions.
The military forces of every nation adhered to one principle.
Only by eating well, drinking well, living well, and training well could they win battles.
If soldiers had to go hungry, how could they take the battlefield and fight those troublesome, brutal monsters of the Ten Thousand Demons Race?
However...
What none of the Demon-Slaying Legion members expected was...
They had thought that, after what happened today, nothing else would occur.
Yet at three in the afternoon, an order from Ling Zhan was delivered to every member's information panel.
The order was simple: they were to assemble before 3:05 p.m.
Those who were late or absent would be dealt with under military law.
There would be no mercy. Every member had to be present.
All the members were utterly