The soldiers brought by Chief Qin stood tall like newly planted pine trees, with straight shoulder lines and tight waists, their faces uniformly dignified, with firm and handsome features.
Their skin was slightly red due to years of exposure to desert winds, adding a touch of masculinity. Standing there seemed like a row of meticulously crafted statues, favored by the sunlight that cast a golden edge on their shoulders, pleasing to the eye at a glance.
Xu Ying couldn't help but take a few more glances; such a grand scene made her feel somewhat nervous.
Chief Qin noticed Xu Ying's nervousness and slightly turned his head, with a gentle smile in his eyes, teasing yet measured: "How about it? Do these soldiers handpicked by your Uncle Qin catch your eye?"
