Hou Tong is fifty-three this year. When he was born, Zhaoyang was already a giant camp. Coupled with the unique background of the Longyou Alliance, he was exposed to the Quasi-town level Longshan Camp early on, and this resume is definitely not humble compared to everyone in the Southern Slope Territory.
Not being born humble means that he himself has a certain level of vision.
This vision, accompanied by Great Xia's rapid development in recent years, now with the preliminary contacts with the Four Vassals of Moao River, as the Commander of the Beizhao Army in Xia City, he naturally encountered many matters concerning the Four Vassals, and his vision continued to rise.
Yet, even so, at this moment, he looked at the white-clothed woman above his head, his gaze fearful, yet still revealing a deep sense of inferiority, even unintentionally lowering his head. He understood that this reaction was not out of fear, but rather his inner self-doubt was overwhelming him.
