Ye Yunfeng's expression softened, and his smile revealed a touch of youthful inexperience unique to a boy his age.
"Please, don't praise me like that. I'm young and lack qualifications and experience. In front of all of you, I'm just showing off my meager skills before masters. If you keep talking like that, I'll be so embarrassed I won't know where to hide."
"Still being modest, you!"
The man laughed heartily.
"We're all soldiers brought up by Feng Zhang! We don't care for all that superficial nonsense! On the battlefield, whoever's most capable is the leader! The way I see it, you arrived at Long City before any of us, so you know this place better than we do. As for how we fight this battle, we'll listen to you!"
Ye Yunfeng was taken aback and immediately shook his head in refusal. "How could I? I—"
"And why not?"
The man pounded a fist against his chest. His smile didn't fade, but a hint of solemnity entered his eyes.
