"This subordinate greets you, War God of the State!"
Amidst the verdant spring scenery by the riverbank, a warm breeze carried the rolling sound wave, letting it ripple far into the distance.
Over a hundred Forbidden Guards, their expressions solemn, stared intently at the figure sitting and fishing by the river.
"Draw swords!"
CLANG!
One after another, the Three-Foot Green Peak Swords were unsheathed, held aloft in one hand, pointing straight to the heavens.
"We welcome the War God of the State!"
Following the middle-aged man's shout, the rest of the Forbidden Guards echoed, "We welcome the War God of the State!"
Chen Yang remained in his fishing pose, perfectly still.
But in truth, the hand gripping his fishing rod trembled slightly, and a ripple disturbed the calm in his seemingly indifferent eyes.
