In the conference of Hurricane Corps, all the commissioned officers with ranks above colonel were sitting at the long desk with very solemn looks.
Everyone was silent except for the "rustle" sound between papers when one person flipped through bulletins.
The morning sunglow shone onto the excessive young face of the man in the main seat of the conference room through one window. Although over 2 years had passed, that man's face remained unchanged, his skin looked a bit white due to over 2 years of cultivation in the underground palace.
When he was browsing the bulletins of the corps over the past two years, all the commissioned officers in the conference room were stealthily throwing a glance at that man.
For many commissioned officers, it was the second time for them to see this guy since he came to Hurricane Corps about 3 years ago.
