After saying this, Wang Anye walked out with his hands behind his back.
The two guards and the group of Patrol Camp soldiers all looked at the Seventh Young Master with eyes full of admiration.
No one expected that not only was he handsome, but his techniques for wooing girls were also unique and extraordinarily domineering.
"All of you can come and witness later how I defeat her," Wang Anye fondled the hilt of his sword, feeling a thrill of excitement inside.
How long had it been, how long since he had felt this happy?
As for his younger siblings at home, he was embarrassed to bully them, yet those older than him, he couldn't defeat.
Finally, he encountered someone around his age with good skills, and he was truly delighted. Could this be what Great-Grandfather meant by "when a talent meets a worthy adversary," and "hating to meet late"?
Amidst the raucous cheers of the guards and Patrol Camp, everyone moved to an open area, forming a circle to cheer the Seventh Young Master.
