Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng glanced at Wang Jian's retreating back and said nothing more. He also turned and walked toward the camp exit. Today, as Wang Yan's man, he had said all that needed to be said, and he had meant every single word.
Once this war is over, I must quickly cultivate a power that belongs to me alone, a force that is completely loyal to me.
At this moment, Zhao Feng was more determined than ever to create a force loyal only to him. Although he possessed the strength to fight thousands and cut down generals deep within an army of ten thousand, he was ultimately just one man. He needed greater support—a force of his own Dead Soldiers, who would be loyal to him without fear of royal authority.
Just as Zhao Feng reached the entrance of the tent and was about to step out, Wang Jian, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again.
