"Is this how you lead your soldiers?"
A cold voice drifted down from above on the right, laced with deliberately obscure mockery.
Mo Shangjun lazily lifted her eyelids.
The person standing to her right entered her field of vision, outlined clearly in the harsh sunlight.
You Nianyu.
It was the first time she had approached in such a direct manner, standing to one side, arms folded, her gaze forward and not lingering on Mo Shangjun.
Light cascaded down from above, the shadow of a training cap fell across her brows, and her features appeared intermittently within the light.
Her presence, unlike the reserved nature of the past, seemed sharper and colder by comparison; the temperature around her appeared to drop in an instant.
"No good?"
Mo Shangjun withdrew her gaze, her voice indifferent and composed.
You Nianyu lowered her eyelids, scanning across Mo Shangjun, who sat aside.
