"Divine Martial Army!"
Gu Qingfeng looked at the token left by Zuo Li. His expression remained unchanged, and with his right hand, he effortlessly seized the token from thin air, grasping it in his palm.
The token clearly bore the insignia of the Divine Martial Army.
Then, Gu Qingfeng squeezed with his fingers. The token, made of fine iron, gradually turned into a shower of dust and fell to the ground.
At this moment,
Gu Yang also emerged from behind the great hall.
Seeing the Divine Martial Army's token disintegrate into dust, he looked puzzled. "Father, why did you refuse to join the Divine Martial Army?"
Gu Yang was discussing other matters with Gu Qingfeng when Zuo Li arrived; he only retreated to the Inner Hall when the visitor came.
However,
Martial Artists have keen ears and sharp eyes.
Listening in on the conversation in the great hall was an easy feat for them.
