Chapter 699: Titled General? Let's start with 20 to test the waters.

Inside the room.

Yan Lanting stood with his hands behind his back, slowly walking over to the bedside.

Just as General Wushan was about to force himself to get up and salute, he saw the old master shake his head, raise an eyebrow, and speak indifferently: "Mr. Wu, stay lying down."

Upon hearing this, the plump man's face suddenly turned red and hot, remembering the words he had left in anger when he left, thinking it was a heroic departure never to return, only to have been dragged back by others.

"Nonsense, all nonsense, please don't take it to heart..."

General Wushan raised his hand, wishing he could slap himself twice.

However, before his palm could fall, another coarse, large hand had already landed on his forehead first. The warmth coming from the palm made the plump man pause.

Elder Yan was not healing his wounds, nor was it any mysterious power. It was simply a gentle rubbing of his forehead.

Just like an ordinary elder would treat a younger member of the family.