Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming approached Zhou Weimou. A confident smile lingered on Huang Ming's lips. For others, life was full of setbacks, eight or nine times out of ten. But for Huang Ming, life was a symbol of beauty. He never felt that life had treated him unfairly. He was a winner.
Standing before Zhou Weimou with his hands clasped behind his back, Huang Xuantian epitomized the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster.
"You've finally arrived," Zhou Weimou said, his voice laced with displeasure.
"Yes, I have," Huang Xuantian replied indifferently, clearly aware of the unhappiness in the general's tone. Yet he had no intention of offering an explanation. As one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, he would have been considered a great hero in ancient times, the seventh-strongest expert in the world. Did he really need to apologize to a general? Huang Xuantian thought not.
The other soldiers dared not ask any questions, but one man spoke up—Ye Tianshi.
