After Wang Jian departed with the numerous generals, Zhang Han and other familiar Junhou, along with many elite warriors, gathered on the training field.
"Congratulations, Capital Commandant."
"Congratulations, Military Commander."
Everyone came forward to offer their congratulations to Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng naturally responded with a smile, clasping his fists in return.
"What a pity," Zhang Han said with a look of disappointment. "It would have been great if the Capital Commandant could lead troops in our Commandant Camp. With your strength, our camp would surely sweep away all adversaries."
"What? You dislike your Military Commander Wang that much?" Zhao Feng teased with a laugh.
