"What about Qingyu?"
Spoke the man seated below Zhou Biwu, named Chen Jingfeng, a major general in his fifties.
At this moment, he leaned against the back of the chair, hands clasped in front of him, his chest adorned with medals. His face was clean-shaven, and the bronze complexion bore no smile, appearing stern and the resolute lines added to his ruggedness.
At the mention of Qingyu, the conference room fell silent for a moment, then Zhan Lanqi said, "This faction has been dormant for so many years, would their strength be as before now that they have suddenly reappeared in the public eye?"
She was not keen on letting the Qingyu School intervene. This faction was rather uncanny, despite having few members, they have managed to rise to the ranks of a major school, surpassing even the reputation of the Ancient Wood School. Especially since Grandpa Chu mentioned that the young leader, despite not exhibiting any particular skills, has a remarkable ability to win hearts.
