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Zuo Tingjun narrowed his eyes slightly, a sly smile appearing on his face. "If you're not here because of Zhuo Qianren, what did you come for?"
"Your southern headquarters hasn't exactly been peaceful lately. With all the commotion you've stirred up, you ought to be so busy your feet never touch the ground."
"Don't tell me you came specifically to protect those youngsters down below?"
As he spoke, he reached up and lightly stroked the neatly trimmed short beard on his chin.
After a pause, Zuo Tingjun added thoughtfully, "Still, the Chen Clan recently smashed a Crimson Church hideout. It would make sense for the Great General to send you to protect them."
Yun Huayi rolled his eyes hard and snapped irritably, "You're a deputy general of the military district, commander of its northern subdivision, and the Great General's right-hand man. What kind of nonsense fills your head all day?"
"I naturally came here on important business. Stop making wild guesses. I'll explain everything to you shortly."
Hearing this, Zuo Tingjun exchanged a glance with Yin Duruo, the City Lord of Tianling City, who sat nearby, and asked tentatively, "Something big?"
Yun Huayi nodded slightly, his expression solemn. "Yes. If we handle this well, our prestige will rise another level, and the Great General should also be promoted to the rank of Marshal."
At these words, both Zuo Tingjun and Yin Duruo immediately perked up.
Zuo Tingjun rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Now that's good news! Looks like we've got a new mission. I've been bored enough to grow feathers."
"The Great General should have been granted the rank of Marshal as soon as she became a Titled Douluo, but those filthy little men have kept holding her down with all sorts