"Do you know who that is up there?"
None of the soldiers spoke.
'Who else could it be? Just some pampered young miss or little princess from one of the big families, getting all curious at a critical moment like this. She should really consider the situation.'
"That's the number one person on the Huaxia rankings! You can complain when you're in her position."
Lao San didn't mention that Tang Mo was his leader's wife.
After all, for a group of men—and powerful men at that—the title "Qin Ling's woman" wasn't enough to command their respect.
But being number one on the Huaxia rankings—that would shut everyone up.
"Tang Mo???"
Someone in the formation couldn't help but blurt out the name.
Lao San glanced at the man, then turned and walked away without a word.
He left behind the formation of soldiers, now silent as the grave, who could only stare at each other in bewilderment.
