"Go on! No need for envy or regret. Work hard, and I believe your futures will be no worse than that Gan lad's!"
Amid his reflections, Jian Shang saw Xu Chu and Dian Wei gazing longingly at Gan Ning and the Brocade-Sail Guards as they charged at the enemy outside the formation, their eyes burning with eagerness and regret. Amused, he called out to them.
Xu Chu and Dian Wei now looked fourteen or fifteen, with thickset builds and the sturdy, tigerish looks of boys, a hint of fierce power showing through. Yet their skin was fair and tender, nothing like the fiendish appearances Otherworlders imagined. Their actual ages were probably only eleven or twelve.
What had happened to Brocade Sail Marquis Gan Ning had stunned not only Xu Chu and Dian Wei, but everyone else as well. They still found it hard to believe, yet the envy in their hearts was undisguised.
This was especially true of Xu Chu and Dian Wei, who were closest to Gan Ning. Their backgrounds were the same as his; they simply had not enjoyed his luck. Even if they wanted the Huan Emperor to grant them Special Legions now, it would be impossible. They had no followers at all-commanders without a single soldier.
"Yes!"
At the Huan Emperor's words, Xu Chu and Dian Wei both looked shy and bashful, like children caught stealing. Then they thrust out their broad but still unmuscular chests and answered loudly in obvious delight, afraid others might not hear them.
Who was the Huan Emperor?!
With his Golden Mouth and Jade Words, saying this publicly meant that, in his eyes, they were no worse than "that Gan lad."
The honors that Gan lad possessed would be theirs too!
*The Huan Emperor said it himself! Once we find followers,