His face was resolute and sharply defined, his temples lightly frosted with gray, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.
Just a calm sweep of his gaze over the crowd below was enough to silence the entire clamorous square.
He was the head of both military and political affairs in Cangzhou Prefecture, the General in command of the three-hundred-thousand-strong Qilin Army—Qin Fuhu!
Even top-tier experts like Xu Zhouzi, Zhao Qingtian, and Liu Ruyan, who led their respective sects, appeared somewhat deferential before him, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
"General Qin, I trust you've been well." Zhao Qingtian was the first to cup his fist, his voice booming like a great bell.
