At the training ground of Changle Princess Mansion, more than three thousand trusted aides were forming a large circle, watching the martial competition in the center of the field, occasionally erupting in waves of passionate shouts and cheers!
As the chief officer of the Personal Guard Camp, Ye Zhen sat steadily in his chair, watching the competition for the low-level officer position.
To be honest, the competition was very exciting, showing Ye Zhen many martial technique secret skills he had never seen before. The fighting was intense, almost every match drew blood, and along with the soldiers' shouts, it was really invigorating.
But even though the atmosphere inside and outside the arena was heated, Ye Zhen's face was shadowed by an unshakeable gloom.
Since yesterday, upon hearing the matter about Marquis Anling's blood sacrifice of the people in Bozhou being left unresolved, Ye Zhen felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it seem even difficult to breathe.
