"Chen? Who gave you permission to call me that? Today, I have summoned you in my capacity as the Ning'an Inspector! Here, you will address me... by my official title!"
The color drained from Lu Qingsong's face, which shifted between pale and ashen. A stifling anger roiled in his chest, a mixture of shame and fury.
'When Chen Sheng was recruiting them, had he ever thrown his official weight around like this?'
But he opened his mouth, and faced with Chen Sheng's cold and overwhelmingly oppressive gaze, he dared not utter a word of rebuttal.
"Main force? A bloody battle?"
Chen Sheng snorted, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.
"Before the war, if I hadn't schemed and maneuvered to buy you some breathing room, your three clans would have been devoured by the combined forces of Golden Spring Temple and Qingfeng Temple, with not even your bones left.
