"Greetings, leader!"
Mo Shangjun's voice was clear and full of force.
The shift in aura and the change in her expression happened in just a fleeting moment, yet several people caught it in their eyes.
Like Ji Ruonan and Duan Zimu.
Like... Feng Xuanhua.
Mo Shangjun felt Feng Xuanhua's gaze on her as soon as it was directed her way.
One could say that most of the pressure she felt was coming from this man.
For his military rank, he was very young, not yet fifty, but looked even younger, in his thirties, mature and steady, with an air of authority that made it difficult to meet his gaze.
Just by looking at him, she knew that his junior would not fall short in appearance.
He looked at her not with scrutiny, showing no emotion, yet Mo Shangjun felt the weight on her shoulders, maintaining her composure as she met his gaze squarely, her eyes clear and unflinching.
Soon, someone from behind Feng Xuanhua spoke up, "And who is this?"
