Chapter 58
At the gate, a gaunt old man used his frayed brush to register Xu Ming’s information.
Moments later, a hawk swooped down from the sky, grabbing the piece of paper with Xu Ming’s details and flying into the military camp.
Not long after, the gates of the camp opened, and a burly man, as stout and solid as a bear, emerged.
The man approached Xu Ming, looking him over from head to toe.
Xu Ming’s brow furrowed slightly; the man’s intense, turbulent blood aura and warrior’s true energy instinctively made Xu Ming feel a pang of fear.
“You’re Xu Ming?” the man asked, his voice booming.
“Yes,” Xu Ming nodded.
The man sized him up again. “Follow me.”
The man led Xu Ming into the camp as the gates slowly shut behind them.