The atmosphere around immediately changed, and above the somber military region, a grey layer of clouds blocked out the sun, and even the bleak wind quieted down.
The person who stepped out of the vehicle was dressed in the highest-ranking white military uniform, his head topped with a spotless white military cap.
That person lifted his head, and what was most striking, under thick, handsome brows, was a pair of narrow eyes that radiated the sharpness and cold of a blade's edge.
The cold and haughty brilliance in those pitch-black eyes made one shiver upon seeing them.
Yan Nanxun and his adjutant hurried forward with a trot, snapped to attention, their backs straight as pine trees.
"Executive Director, good day!"
Yan Nanxun and the others saluted respectfully, but the person who had gotten out of the vehicle looked past Yan Nanxun's arm and fixated on Lu Xiaoyou.
"Are these the people here for the television program recording?"
"Yes."