Wei Ting watched Wei Chi Lianping's retreating back with a complicated expression.
He looked down, his brows furrowed. Bluish-purple fingerprints were gradually appearing on the back of his hand.
It seemed the rumors about Wei Chi Lianping being able to lift a ritual cauldron with one hand even before he came of age were true.
His adjutant, Feng Xiang, was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the military tent, worried the two generals would come to blows. Instead, he saw Wei Chi Lianping walk out with an ecstatic look on his face.
Feng Xiang stepped forward. "General."
Wei Chi Lianping had intended to act more composed, but the moment he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop himself from breaking into a wide, toothy grin.
"Oh? You already know? Word sure travels fast!"
Feng Xiang was speechless.
