Han Fei also became serious.
Afterwards.
He bowed deeply to Zhao Feng: "Han Fei, will remember this always."
"Enough."
"Take your bookish manners elsewhere." Zhao Feng waved his hand impatiently.
"Hahaha." Han Fei burst out laughing, extremely happy.
Yan Bing, standing to the side, looked on with surprise in his eyes.
"I didn't expect such friendship to exist in the court, and such great merit—General Zhao Feng simply gives it away." Yan Bing thought to himself.
At this moment!
Zhang Ming walked in quickly and bowed respectfully: "General, the Imperial Guard Army has entered the camp."
"So be it if they've entered the camp. What's with that look?" Zhao Feng glanced at him.
In the past, when the Imperial Guard Army entered the camp to deliver a royal edict, Zhang Ming would always be calm. Why was he so serious today?
"General."
"They've come in considerable numbers this time."
"No less than several thousand."
"It's quite a formation." Zhang Ming said in a deep voice.
