"So arrogant."
"What a show-off. Does he really think he's invincible?"
"Heh heh heh, just a young man, full of youthful arrogance."
The other two Dragon Marshals stood on a high platform nearby, cold smirks on their faces, clearly displeased with Lei Yiming's actions.
Calling Lei Yiming a young man was perfectly reasonable, as one of them was over seventy and the other over eighty.
"He can hardly be called young anymore. That new kid from the Divine Strategy Army, Lin, he's the real youngster. A Dragon Marshal in his twenties—the very thought is absurd."
"What's wrong, Old He? Jealous?"
"'Jealous?' I think it's absurd! Old Zhang, don't you find it absurd? Making Lei Yiming a Dragon Marshal is one thing, but a twenty-something-year-old brat? What kind of nonsense is that?" Old He demanded, his face a mask of displeasure.
