A quarter of an hour later, registration was complete.
Su Xinghe was led to the camp beside the Fortress.
"Can I stay somewhere else?"
He frowned at the foul-smelling communal bunkhouse before him.
He was not being fussy.
He still had five hundred Qi-Gathering Pills to refine, and this environment was hardly convenient.
"Of course, sir!"
The middle-aged guard hurriedly bowed respectfully.
"You're the captain of the Eighty-Eighth Squad. Captains are allowed to act independently."
A Fifth-Rank Grandmaster had taken a blow from a Fourth-Rank Baleful Convergence Realm expert without a scratch. Having witnessed his formidable strength, the three of them had long since lost the arrogance they had shown at their first meeting.
Besides, officers ranked captain or higher enjoyed considerable freedom.
"All right, I'll be going, then."
Su Xinghe had not expected that earlier test to yield this unexpected benefit.
As for being a captain, how could a position compare to improving his own strength? Besides, that general had not assigned him any squad members.
"Remember your assignment on the first of next month, sir. Don't be late..."
"Mm, I'll go myself..."
What had happened at the training grounds had left Su Xinghe with a sense of danger.
The army was unlike other factions; obedience to orders was paramount. Especially once he reached the Southern Seventeenth Domain, where the heavens were high and the emperor far away.
I should stay as far away as possible from that general named Li Zhen and keep a low profile through these three years.
He hurried back to the third floor of the Mending Heaven Pavilion branch, where a familiar figure was pacing along the corridor outside his door.
Hearing his footsteps,
Liu Ming turned and looked at him with a face full of reproach.
"Brother Su, you went shopping without