"General Ling, are you unwilling to join the military for some experience?" Han Li was slightly surprised. With Ling Feng's talent in command, it would be a waste not to join the military forces.
Ling Feng forced a bitter smile, using the life-and-death duel he had with Yaan Jinghong as a shield.
"I have an agreement with Yaan Jinghong for a duel, with our lives at stake. At this moment, I am unsure if I can even preserve my life, so how could I have the mind to consider other matters?"
Ling Feng sighed softly, his voice full of helplessness and the weight of experience.
Of course, this sigh wasn't simply because of Yaan Jinghong, but because he bore the destiny of the Heavenly Dao Clan, destined to face strong opponents like the Sky Patrol Clan.
His destined enemy was a Divine!
If anyone else were in his shoes, they would probably feel immense pressure as well.
"After all, he's young, inevitably hot-blooded."
