"Governor, please give your orders!"
Under the vast, clear sky and the brilliant sun, a chorus of spirited and reverent shouts rippled through the air, stirring the soul.
"Stand by," Chen Yang waved his hand.
The Governor?! When Qin Yan uttered those words, he almost bit his tongue off. Peering through a gap in his cloak, he saw the familiar uniform. This… It really is him!
He had seen this uniform during the Li Family's wedding procession. Though it was only a view of the man's back, the image was etched into his memory as if carved by a knife.
Lord Yang… Chen Yang. The Nine Gates Admiral!
Even Qin Lie, who had long been prepared for death, was momentarily dumbstruck, his old, jaundiced eyes widening in shock.
