Ye Cheng stood dumbfounded, staring at the army practicing martial arts in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that he'd personally recruited these people, he would have thought his elder brother had replaced them with a new group.
But isn't this equivalent to a new group? The soldiers standing majestically before him, full of fighting spirit, bore no resemblance to the poverty-stricken, down-and-out individuals from a month ago.
Especially their eyes, which now held hope for survival and a spirit unyielding in battle. Ye Cheng had genuine admiration for his brother. How did he achieve this?
"Second Master, the Family Head is inside," a captain from the group stepped forward and said.
Ye Cheng looked puzzled, "How do you know who I am?"
"Reporting to Second Master, the Family Head showed us your portrait. Shall I escort you inside?"
