It would still take some time to completely change the Black Mountain Guard to the surname Zheng.
"Damn it, if I were in the Primordial Pill Realm now and rallied the troops, why would I need all these deceitful schemes?" Zheng Jun sighed inwardly, feeling that after all this scheming and calculating, his heroic image had been somewhat compromised.
The recruitment went quite smoothly, and the troops were soon fully enlisted. The unselected Martial Artists felt down and thoroughly frustrated; they could only leave the Military Department under the leadership of the two Martial Arts Hall Masters, Ma Zhiyuan and Xu Tianfang. On the training ground, military flags fluttered in the wind, and war drums beat rhythmically.
