Liu Shang stepped forward reflectively, his hand, calloused from years of wielding a sword, heavily patted the shoulder of Lame Man Uncle.
"Well done, with men like you our Eastern Army is bound to be invincible and unstoppable!"
...
At that moment, Bai Junjun blended into a corner of the crowd. To report here, she and Li Wenli had deliberately rubbed their Leviathan Skin with wood ash.
Like gray sparrows, although dirty, they successfully concealed their tracks.
Watching Liu Shang's expression change from gloomy to sunny in just a few words from Lame Man Uncle, she felt as though she had watched a drama and further admired Liu Shang's ambition.
This uncle, with his beard graying and one foot almost in the grave, still harbored such grand aspirations. Even if he truly conquered the land, would he even have a life left to enjoy it?
