Upon the wilderness, Ming Yue hung in the sky like a platter.
The tall soldier looked at the handsome young man's back before him, his mouth slightly open but unsure how to begin.
"Uncle has come to be a mediator, hasn't he?" The supreme commander of the military power turned around, gazing at the pillar that had supported him all this way, now the strongest among the soldiers, the deputy marshal, with a trace of fatigue on his face.
"Marshal."
"Uncle, please call me Aksa the Protean Armament Warrior."
"Without the 'Soldier's Soul Slaying Canon,' does the Aksa clan still exist among the soldiers, Protean Armament Warrior?" the tall soldier said in a low voice.
