Father Xia's eyes were momentarily lost before returning to their usual sharpness.
He scanned the three Great Tang soldiers dressed in Mountain Pattern Armor sitting in the military tent.
They remained silent throughout, and neither Father Xia's gaze nor his words elicited any response from them.
Each of them possessed an extraordinary height, and their robust bodies seemed to contain boundless strength.
If not for their long breaths and strong heartbeats, others might mistake them for sculptures sitting on iron chairs.
But Father Xia knew that as soon as he issued a military order, they would transform into terrifying warriors.
Father Xia looked at the silent soldiers for a moment, then turned to the messenger standing by the door and asked, "What are the martial artists doing?"
