Old Master Ning and Ning Gang both had not expected that in just three months, someone could be transformed into this.
Dressed in a righteous, solemn military uniform, with a freshly awarded medal pinned to his chest, his eyes sharp, lips lightly pursed, standing at the gates of the Ning Family, exuding an aura of intense intimidation and awe.
It's the unique iron-blooded presence of a soldier, the chilling severity that has endured through bloodshed and life-and-death moments, akin to a sword yearning to be drawn, sharp and cold.
Old Master Ning stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled; he had judged correctly after all.
This is a piece of steel, and given time, he will be forged into pure steel, not easily broken.
Ning Gang was also very pleased. Compared to the impulsive manner Qi Taiguo displayed three months ago, he now appears more restrained, stable, and composed.
