Early that morning, all the officers and soldiers of the Demon Hunting Camp were summoned to the Martial Practice Grounds, where they formed neat ranks by squad.
Chen Shi'an and the other squad leaders stood at the front of their respective squads.
It was almost seven in the morning.
A group of more than a dozen people entered the Martial Practice Grounds, led by Xiang Chuxiong, the City Lord of Windrise Stronghold.
Following him were Song Yuan, Ye Zhengxiong, Ye Xicheng, Qianshan Xue, and others, all leading figures in Windrise Stronghold.
Among them was a burly man with a knife scar on his face. The moment he arrived, Chen Shi'an's gaze settled on him. He was Wang Tianye, Commander of the City Guard Battalion.
The group went straight to the Reviewing Platform at the front of the Martial Practice Grounds, took their seats, and chatted among themselves.
The officers and soldiers of the Demon Hunting Camp could not help being surprised by this sight.
For a long time, Fu Qingyang had held the reins of the Demon Hunting Camp. It had practically been his own little fiefdom.
He had the final say on every matter, great or small.
Now, so many of the Stronghold's senior figures had actually come for the selection of a deputy commander for the Demon Hunting Camp. This was a first.
As soon as seven o'clock arrived.
Ye Xicheng immediately rose and said in a deep voice, "Silence! The selection for the Demon Hunting Camp Deputy Commander will now officially begin."
Maintaining the Demon Hunting Camp's customary brisk, decisive manner, he stopped there and cupped his hands slightly toward Xiang Chuxiong. "City Lord, please address us!"
Xiang Chuxiong slowly stood. "I have long heard that the Demon Hunting Camp handles its affairs efficiently and decisively. Seeing