Zhang San left Changsun Bubai's sleeping tent, and the Deputy General walked in.
"Military Envoy, the Second Young Master and Third Young Master have already taken care of everything outside, but the Eldest Young Master is still vomiting. Would you like to go see him?"
Changsun Bubai waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, just drunk too much."
The Deputy General nodded slightly, then seemed to want to ask something but felt it awkward to speak.
Seeing his hesitancy, Changsun Bubai directly shouted, "Speak your mind, let it out!"
"What do you think of Zhang San?"
Upon hearing this question, Changsun Bubai laughed.
"He is indeed extraordinary to have Kaihuang write me a secret letter about him. Such talent is rare! Treat him well! There's no need to make an enemy of such a prodigy."
"Yes."
The Deputy General understood that the commander's attitude would determine how the entire army viewed this newcomer.