The Western Drill Grounds of the Outer City.
Boom, boom, boom—
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Drumbeats started to echo from around the drill grounds.
The drum sounds thundered, growing more urgent with each beat.
Tap, tap, tap—
Simultaneously, the orderly sound of marching footsteps erupted from the perimeter.
People looked towards the source of the noise.
Instantly, they saw two squads of soldiers clad in impressive armor, brandishing sharp weapons and charging forward with high spirits.
Each soldier was dressed in dark armor that, despite the sunlight, still gleamed with an ominous shade.
Long halberds in hand, they shimmered with a cold light.
"This vigor, this excellent equipment, truly befits the elite soldiers under Master Wang's command!" Cheng Ran exclaimed from behind.
Jiang Ning watched the scene and nodded silently to himself.