The General's eyebrows narrowed as a wrinkle emerged on his face, "They're at least at the Revolving Core Stage..."
His right leg which was about to take the next step had been stopped in mid-air before he took it back and aligned with his other leg.
The two old foggies behind him simultaneously nodded their heads as their expressions turned stern, however, their eyes turned a little absent-minded.
Even the General's face turned solemn as he saw the two figures approaching him in a carefree manner.
It was as if this was their home, and the artillery and the weapons placed here, even pointed at them possessed no threat to them.
Although the General did understand their lofty viewpoint, he was irked by the powerlessness of the situation he was placed in, feeling deeply helpless.
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