Ji Shuisheng walked into the military camp with vigorous steps. When he saw the well-trained Xiao Family Army, each was so murderous and more authoritative than the Wan Family Army; his mood was perfect.
"Uncle Yan."
Ji Shuisheng cupped his fists at Yan Shikuan and affectionately called him Uncle Yan.
"Young Master Ji, I trust you have been well."
Yan Shikuan returned Ji Shuisheng's bow. His eyes were still stern and without any warmth. There was no trace of enthusiasm.
"Uncle Yan, you've trained the Xiao family's army well."
Ji Shuisheng praised Yan Shikuan, his voice filled with excitement.
"This is the army of the Imperial Court, not the Xiao Family Army."
Yan Shikuan was still as cold as ever. A basin of cold water had doused Ji Shuisheng's enthusiasm.
"Uncle Yan, are you truly loyal to the Imperial Court?"
