The training ground is just to the west of the Ten-thousand-year-old Rong. An Yuxing directly ran to the Ten-thousand-year-old Rong tree and, holding a wine gourd, watched the soldiers training within the training ground.
"Kid, where are those soldiers from?" An Yuxing asked.
"Them!" Yang Chengmao glanced and said, "They used to be the people of Star Moon Island."
An Yuxing said thoughtfully, "Their talents seem to be quite good!"
"Mm!" Yang Chengmao nodded.
In this aspect, An Yuxing was not as astute as Ji Zhen. Ji Zhen had already noticed the issue with the wine, but An Yuxing, having drunk so much, still hadn't noticed.
The wine Yang Zhenshan gave to An Yuxing was several times more than what he gave Ji Zhen. An Yuxing only knew which wine tasted good and which was flavorless, never thinking carefully about the wine's effects.
"Those bows?" An Yuxing noticed the strong archers training on the training ground.
