Feng Tianlan lifted her eyes and sized him up. He was an old man who was around seventy or eighty years old, with a head full of white hair and a pair of bright eyes. With the strength of an Advanced-stage Heavenly Supreme, naturally he belonged to a strong party. Seeing how kindly he smiled, she lightly nodded and greeted, "Commander."
An Advanced-stage Heavenly Supreme willing to guard a small regiment of less than a hundred people would easily earn their respect. And also, it might be where his home was.
The commander made a gentle hum and then looked at the porcelain bottle in Feng Tianlan's hand. "Crazy missy…"
Xiao Xiao flew into anxiety when she saw her idol being addressed by the wrong name and said, "Grandfather, it's Feng as in Phoenix! The 'Feng' character that is derived from the mythological bird, Phoenix!"
The commander of the Regiment mouthed an "oh" and said, "Crazy missy…"
