On the training field, Chen Mo was in the spotlight. The giant cauldron weighing four thousand jin seemed like a mere toy in his hands.
"Bravo—"
The enthusiastic cheers were like ocean waves, overpowering the sound of drums and gongs on the training field.
"Indeed, if the Deputy Commander's skills are this fierce, how lacking can his brother be?"
"This feat must be near the level of a Fourth Grade Martial Artist, wouldn't you say?"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
After finishing his demonstration, Chen Mo left.
Inside a tent, "Chen Hong" walked in. Inside was a man dressed in a green robe, whose height and appearance were almost identical to "Chen Hong's," drinking a mouthful of strong liquor.
"Chen Hong" knelt on one knee before Chen Mo, respectfully saying, "My lord."
"You did well," Chen Mo said softly.
"It's all thanks to your guidance, my lord."
Chen Hong rubbed his face vigorously, and after a moment, a refined face appeared before Chen Mo.
