It was also from this day onward that the Eighty Thousand Souls muttered secretly, their General had turned into a Demon coach. The reasons for this belief need not be detailed now, suffice it to say that every day felt like seeking life in the jaws of death.
And Master Dong always wore a cheerful, innocent, even adorable expression.
But the Eighty Thousand Souls gradually transformed their admiration into fear. Eventually, at the mere sight of her, they became docile like little quails, quiet beyond quiet, not daring to breathe a word.
"Purple chervil, do you not love me anymore?"
Clad in black, Yun Ge took a bite of dirt, her white hair had long turned filthy. She was like a mud figure, almost unrecognizable as a human.
All around, nearly a hundred soldiers led by Hong Fei covered their mouths, stifling laughter. Over the past few days, not only had these soldiers undergone rigorous training, but even the military doctor Yun Ge was not spared.
