As the sun dipped behind the West Mountain, Yelu Yan was still standing on the training field, drilling the soldiers.
He stood on a platform over two meters high, his handsome and dark complexion tinged with bronze by the setting sun.
With a broad and upright figure, majestic and striking, he commanded awe and truly deserved to be called a born ruler.
Yelu Yan's expression was stern and his eyes blazed as he surveyed the entire scene, while over a dozen generals stood by his side, respectful and yet anxious.
To facilitate training and command, Yelu Yan had divided the ten thousand soldiers of the Flame Army into several battalions, each managed by a general.
Normally, Yelu Yan summoned these generals for meetings to personally guide them on how to train soldiers and how to inspire morale.
