Upon hearing the call, Zhao Feng did not dwell on it. He slowly stood up and walked briskly out of the tent, feeling refreshed.
Outside the tent, Zhang Han was bowing respectfully. After the events of the previous day, Zhang Han and the four others had pledged their loyalty to Zhao Feng, establishing a much clearer hierarchy between master and servant.
"Did they say what it was about?" Zhao Feng asked with a wave of his hand.
"Capital Commandant," Zhang Han said with excitement, "it seems someone from Xianyang has arrived. It must be that your official reward is here."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of interest appeared on Zhao Feng's face.
"All of you, come with me," Zhao Feng said.
With that, he led the Junhou toward the main camp area.
