"Leader."
Ji Xinghuo gave a standard military salute.
Ji Daosheng stood up and looked at Ji Xinghuo, a smile breaking across his face.
Seeing this smile, the trepidation and nervousness in Ji Xinghuo's heart melted away. He felt a kind of goodwill that was inexplicable yet conveyed much information.
Such a smile might only be seen two or three times in one's lifetime, the other person's gaze pouring onto you, showing a natural favor. He understood you just as much as you hoped to be understood, believed in you just as you are willing to believe in yourself, and let you know that his impression of you was exactly the one you intended to give to others.
At that moment, Ji Xinghuo felt as if a long time had passed.
He stood effortlessly before the leader, appearing at ease, but in reality, he had faced many dangers and made great efforts.
The leader seemed to empathize, nodding slightly at Ji Xinghuo.
