Night.
The sun had gone to sleep, and the moon was on duty.
On the Leran Grassland, some of the generals from the Changkong clan stationed here were gathering.
They were attending a bonfire party together to celebrate the arrival of the Commander—Fang Yang.
Aside from a few high-ranking generals like Lin Keyi, the rest were all disciples from the Fang clan.
It's easier to get things done when you have friends in high places.
Benefiting from their shared bloodline with Fang Yang, these Fang clan disciples had ascended to the command level of the garrison in a single day.
At the very least, they could become a squad leader.
Most of these Fang clan disciples were older than Fang Yang, but none of them dared to pull rank or act like his elder.
Firstly, they were in awe of Fang Yang's accomplishments.
Secondly, the gazes of Fang River and Fang He, their second and seventh clan uncles, kept them from even trying.
