Wang Zhengyi praised Yan Chuan highly.
Indeed, Yan Chuan's performance was astounding.
The Tan Valley Army, originally a bunch of misfits, even after being rigorously trained by Ni Mengtong to shed their carefree, lazy habits and gain some qualities of elite soldiers, were ultimately limited by poor talent and slow minds, with little future in martial arts training.
But Yan Chuan—
"He stubbornly enlightened this group of logheads and revitalized them!"
"Who in the world can compare to such capability?"
Wang Zhengyi exclaimed in surprise.
Since the arrival of the thirty thousand Tan Valley Army to now, seven to eight months later, if Wang Zhengyi hadn't witnessed with his own eyes the gradual transformation of these misfits, and Yan Chuan tirelessly training the soldiers with a white horn trumpet, he would have thought it was a fantasy.
