The Chun Prefecture crew were like a pack of wild children, unsupervised and utterly lawless.
As the head of the National Conditions Department, Old Luo could hardly step in personally to discipline the younger generation.
Send his subordinates?
Ordinary subordinates might not be able to beat Old Eighth and Old Ninth.
Have Young Luo do it?
Old Guan would laugh himself awake from his dreams.
Fortunately, just as Old Luo was left unable to save face, a soft cough interrupted Little White Tiger.
"Ahem."
A figure in white robes drifted over.
He came from far away, crossing over a thousand meters in just two or three steps to arrive among them.
Shrinking the Ground to an Inch.
A legendary Divine Ability.
The gathered geniuses bowed in unison with eyes full of reverence, addressing him as "Your Excellency White Garment."
"Marshal."
The Chun Prefecture group called him Marshal, a title used only by soldiers under White Garment's command.
White Garment swept a gratified gaze over the geniuses and said with satisfaction, "With people like you, how could the Dragon Kingdom fail to prosper?"
"We will not fail the kindness you have shown us today, White Garment. We will make our Dragon Kingdom's might resound throughout the world."
Young Luo hurried to respond.
"Earth-shaking slogans," Little White Tiger said, curling his lip.
"Pathetic combat performance." Old Ninth slapped his forehead and smiled awkwardly. "That didn't seem to rhyme. Sorry."
"Stop picking fights..." Young Luo clenched his teeth, wishing he could eat Old Ninth alive.
"Is picking fights illegal?" Old Ninth brazenly reached for his psychiatric patient certificate.
Xiao Yuan hurriedly stopped him and scolded him speechlessly, "That isn't something good. Could you stop showing it off?"
"Heh."
White Garment saw everything but had no intention of stopping it.
Anyone with eyes could