The man sat in the commander's seat, and when he heard footsteps, he looked up.
He had an extremely handsome face that could turn all heads; it wasn't an exaggeration to describe him that way.
But his true excellence was never his appearance, but rather his courage and martial skills.
The foremost among the Four Directions Nobility—
King of Yan, He Jia!
"General!" The young officer knelt on one knee, made a fist and bowed, speaking in a low voice, "There is news from the Southern Frontier, Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu has already..."
He Jia only silently wiped the long spear in his hands.
This long spear was gifted to him by the Chief Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army when he joined them at the age of ten.
The long spear had accompanied him for many years; its handle was full of mottled marks, some bloodstains had penetrated into it, forever unable to be wiped clean.
After a long period of silence, He Jia finally spoke indifferently, "This prince knows."
