"Salute to the Divine Might General."
The inspectors and members of the temple in the square, including the accompanying officers, all bowed in respect.
Zhao Xing saw this and also cupped his hands in salutation.
Yang An was very young, with fair skin, red lips, and a high nose bridge, he was extremely handsome. If he hadn't been wearing blue battle armor, military boots, and carrying a large sword, dressed in fine clothes, he would have looked like a refined gentleman. It was impossible to tell that he was the chief commander of an army.
At this moment, everyone referred to him as 'Divine Might General,' rather than 'Marquis Boping.'
Because the former was his official position and the latter his title, in formal occasions, he had to be addressed as Divine Might General.
He was accompanied by a middle-aged scholar with triangular eyes, a face full of cunning and deceit, he was likely Jia Pu, a well-known strategist of the Divine Might Army.