Xu Qingjia entered the military camp.
Before long, Xu Qingjia rode out in a military vehicle, openly heading toward a nearby town.
At the center of the military camp.
A refined middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked in, finding a vicious-looking old man studying a map.
"Didn't the commander-in-chief say we were having a meeting?" asked the refined middle-aged man, Yin Moshang.
"If there's something important, can't he just say it on the spot? Why does he have to hold endless meetings day after day?" the vicious-looking old man, Dong Zi'an, said impatiently.
Yin Moshang smiled faintly. He knew his friend was not irritated by the meetings, but by the man holding them.
Dong Zi'an and Yu Guanzhi had never gotten along. For one thing, their legions competed in the rankings, and the Western Legion had always lagged behind the Central Legion, earning it the title of the army's eternal runner-up. For another, the former was a common-born genius, while the latter was a genius from an established family. Dong Zi'an refused to concede to him, believing that without the Yu Family funneling resources his way, Yu Guanzhi would be nowhere near his equal. Now that he had come here only to find himself beneath the other man again, he was naturally full of resentment.
"All right, all right. Obeying orders is a soldier's duty," Yin Moshang said, smoothing things over. "The Western Legion supports the Blood God Legion. Once we've established a firm foothold in Shrek City, we'll send you back after a while."
"Besides, this operation was initiated by our teacher."
Much of the defiance in Dong Zi'an's eyes faded at the word "teacher."
The teacher they spoke of was, of course, Elder Shen, the Military Committee Chairman.
Dong Zi'an, born a commoner, had become commander