His voice rang through the hall like a great bell, every word resounding powerfully, stirring a bold spirit within everyone present, arousing bursts of heroism.
Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Miao Menlong, and Shan Zhi listened to these words, their hearts filled with complex feelings, their faces alternating between red and pale. Wu Zhong opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back. Miao Menlong looked down at the gold leaf in his hand, his expression complicated.
Xiao Lingling gently tugged at Wu Zhong's sleeve and whispered, "Husband, we..." Wu Zhong sighed, clasped his fists, and forced a smile towards Shi Feiyang, "Grand Squad Leader, something urgent has come up at home, so we must leave first. Let us reschedule this farewell banquet for another day."
The other three also clasped their fists and made excuses, leaving hastily, their steps flustered, as if trying to escape the oppressive atmosphere.
