In the wake of the voice that echoed out, the crowd automatically opened up a path.
A dignified middle-aged man wearing exquisite armor slowly walked into the crowd under the accompaniment of two generals.
His gaze descended onto Yu Xiang.
Yu Xiang’s face went grim.
"Vice Commander, Sir! Captains, Sirs!"
The robust general respectfully saluted the three people who had just arrived.
"Vice Commander, Sir! Captains, Sirs!"
All of the surrounding youths, including Yu Xiang, who had an ugly expression, respectfully saluted.
Only one violet-clothed youth stood there unfazed.
The dignified middle-aged man, or in other words, the Vice Commander of the Iron Blood Army, deeply glanced at Duan Ling Tian as he asked, "Why didn’t you salute?"
Xiao Yu and Meng Quan both broke out into cold sweat, worrying about Duan Ling Tian.
The corners of Yu Xiang’s mouth curled into a sneer, as he felt that Duan Ling Tian was going to have a hard time…
