Commander An's expression eased somewhat.
To volunteer for the First Frontline-
whether the boy was a dimwit or simply too ignorant to know fear-
at least there was nothing seriously wrong with his character.
After all, the First Frontline's casualty rate was common knowledge.
After enlisting, many new recruits
feared the First Frontline as they would a tiger.
Even being sent to the Second Frontline
would have them wailing for their fathers and mothers.
As a young master, Xiping Chuixue
had volunteered for the First Frontline.
It had to be said,
this had indeed caught Commander An somewhat off guard.
But that was all.
That point alone
was not enough to make Commander An change his attitude.
He said in a deep, muffled voice, "Understood. Go back and report to the general. I'll handle things properly."
The messenger gave a bitter chuckle.
He had already said more than enough today.
If he went on,
he would be violating military law.
That would do no one any good.
So he shook his head and left.
Commander An hummed thoughtfully.
He took out Xiping Chuixue's file.
It contained a record of Xiping Chuixue's life thus far.
The information was quite simple.
His experiences on a few missions.
His cultivation realm.
His age and name.
Beyond that, there was nothing.
Xiping Chuixue spent practically all his time cultivating.
He had no inclination to go out and amuse himself.
Of course,
there was little entertainment in this era anyway.
And since Xiping Prefecture City was a border city,
there could hardly be many forms of entertainment available here.
Still, it was clear
that Xiping Chuixue truly had the patience to stick with it.
Upon reading this,
Commander An's expression eased a little more.
Judging by this,
Xiping Chuixue did not seem to have picked