"Alas, one really can't compare people," a man sighed. "My own son is also twenty. He left the army after just two years and is in business now. There's simply no comparison."
"A man of talent like General Zhao Feng only comes along once every few decades. Otherwise, why would he be called such?"
"Indeed."
"A truly extraordinary man, without a doubt."
Seeing that Zhao Feng was as young as the rumors claimed only fueled the common folk's discussions, all of which were filled with admiration.
Ying Zheng smiled faintly and stepped forward, helping Zhao Feng to his feet. "General Zhao, you have finally returned."
"It is my crime to have kept the Great King waiting," Zhao Feng said at once.
"General Zhao, you return from the rigors of campaign. What crime could there be?"
"Come, accompany me in the imperial carriage to the palace," Ying Zheng said with a laugh.
