When Li Fusheng approached Zheng Fan and saw him still seated atop the Pixiu, Li Fusheng's expression immediately turned grave.
"Zheng Fan, Lord Zheng, so, do I, Li Fusheng, need to personally pay respects to you and salute?"
In Li Fusheng's eyes, Zheng Fan was a soldier he trained, and he was genuinely pleased that his subordinate had achieved success.
After all, long ago, he had determined that Zheng Fan was destined for greatness, and he had personally brought him into the central army to teach him how to fight.
The military is different from other trades, where there's no concern of the apprentice starving the master, and the military particularly values bonds of brotherhood.
But when one rises to a high position and completely disregards old comrades and superiors, lacking even courtesy and decorum, it's difficult to accept.
