Wang Youbao craned his neck to look at the forthright An Jing and Xiao Changyi, then turned his gaze to the villagers of Jiuping Village who clearly didn't look like any good sort, and he felt he had a grasp of the situation.
Still curious, he asked, "Wasn't Xiao Changyi one of your villagers before, just a farmer? How capable could he be?"
The village chief still spoke in a low voice, "That guy has been on the battlefield, has been stained with blood and came back. He can easily knock down twelve of our village's strongest men. Isn't that formidable enough?"
"I see," Wang Youbao nodded, understanding why Xiao Changyi exuded an aura that made him impossible to ignore.
Wang Youbao couldn't help but look at Xiao Changyi with a bit more respect and envy.
In his eyes, those who have been to battle and killed enemies were real men.
