Less than an hour, the Hidden Guards returned to report to Zhan Lan that the mountains were already empty.
Zhan Lan's gaze deepened as she sat on a chair, wiping the nameless war spear in her hand.
What must be faced, will always need to be faced.
The next morning, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she was not the first to arrive at the training field.
The voices of the new recruits were neat and orderly, echoing across the training ground.
"Attack!"
"Defend!"
"Kill!"
Zhan Lan felt reassured in her heart, this group of new recruits had finally been stimulated and began to change.
The old soldiers, from a distance in their own tents, could also hear the deafening shouts of the new recruits.
One old soldier lifted the cotton quilt covering his ears and cursed, "Damn it, these new recruits are making it impossible for me to sleep!"
"I hear them training hard out there, and I dream about fighting the enemy!" Another old soldier let out a long yawn.