The next day.
Luo Yan rose bright and early.
The sun rose in the east, bathing everything in brilliant light.
"The morning sun is the warmest. If only I had a cup of fragrant tea to go with it!" Luo Yan reclined leisurely in a Grandmaster's Chair. Anyone who did not know better would have thought he was some pampered prince here to enjoy life.
There was no helping it. Emperor Pass was a battlefield, and everyone here lived with their nerves stretched taut. Those who came were prepared for a nine-in-ten chance of dying, almost certain they would never return.
Luo Yan's unusual attitude instead made him stand out from the crowd, and conspicuously so.
"Senior, would you see whether this tea suits your taste?"
A pillow delivered just as he was getting sleepy.
Luo Yan's former superior in the army, Thousand-Man Commander Chen Huai, approached with a pot of freshly brewed spirit tea.
Luo Yan could tell at a glance that the tea was of exceptional quality. A mere Thousand-Man Commander like Chen Huai could never have produced tea leaves like these.
"Old Chen, not to lecture you, but you were my superior for so many years. Don't you know what sort of person I am? What are you doing?" Despite his words, Luo Yan accepted it with a smile.
Chen Huai: "..."
Then don't take it!
The fact that Luo Yan neither put on airs nor gave him a cold face allowed Chen Huai to breathe a quiet sigh of relief. He knew Luo Yan still treated him as he always had.
A straightforward man like him did not know how to fawn over others. Otherwise, it would not have taken him so many years to become a Thousand-Man Commander. In fact, even that had something to