The Left General looked him up and down. "What's your name?"
"Your subordinate, Zhang Chen."
"How many years have you served at the General's residence?"
"Two years."
"Two years?" The Left General placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your Inner Strength is quite high. How is it that you're still just a mere guard after two years?"
"This subordinate is untalented and has failed to earn the General's recognition."
"What a shame..." The Left General patted his shoulder, then suddenly applied pressure.
A glint of coldness flashed in the man's eyes as he forcefully suppressed his killing intent. He used his Inner Strength to resist, but after about a minute, his knee gave way and he fell to one knee on the ground.
"Left General, what is the meaning of this?" Zhan Yi stepped forward.
