"This is a military camp, unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering."
Seeing an old man walking toward them, the guard quickly shouted loudly.
Today the City Lord is here, we must perform well.
Before the old man could speak, Lin Feng, wearing Black Dragon Scale Armor and towering in stature, passed through the camp gate and approached the old man.
Stand at attention, salute.
The guard turned pale with fright, not daring to speak.
Watching Lin Feng salute, Lu Jingfeng was somewhat puzzled; he had never seen this kind of saluting method before.
He looked towards the ordinary-looking old man at the gate, an old man with thin spiritual power, deeply surprised. Who exactly was this weak old man? Why would a captain of the Black Dragon Corps salute him?
Lin Yuan returned the salute to Lin Feng, and although his hair was gray, his aura was not at all inferior to Lin Feng's Qi Cultivation Realm.
Even Lu Jingfeng couldn't muster such an aura.
