"The Lord is here!"
With the commander's prompt, all the cultivators saluted at the same time, and their armors made uniform clanking sounds.
This was the military salute of the cultivators in Lou city. The collision of flesh and blood with armor represented pride, loyalty, and unyielding will.
Every time he went on an expedition, every time he triumphed in victory, he would always hear this voice.
It was like a sudden clap of thunder, enough to shake the earth and shake the sky, releasing a heart full of lofty aspirations.
Tang Ning looked at Tang Zhen with excitement in her eyes.
Never in his dreams did he think that his own patriarch would personally visit him. This was simply a Supreme honor.
The sudden surge of pride was simply indescribable.
According to their blood relationship, Tang Zhen was indeed tangning's ancestor.
