Chapter 25
On the streets of Liyue Harbor, Feng Ji, the chief instructor of the Qianyan Army, led his troops in maintaining order.
With Lord Yan's arrival, martial law had been imposed to prevent disturbances. Feng Ji's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, searching for anything amiss.
A sudden gasp from the crowd caught his attention.
"Look! It's the magic medicine bestowed by the Emperor!"
Feng Ji's head snapped up, and his eyes widened as he saw the glowing potion drifting toward him. With steady hands, he caught it and immediately bowed his head in gratitude.
"Thank you, Emperor, for this gift!"
The surrounding Qianyan soldiers cheered for him. As their chief instructor, Feng Ji commanded deep respect—not just as a teacher of combat, but as a warrior who always led from the front. He had earned their loyalty through blood and battle.
"Congratulations, Commander!"
"Boss, you're treating us to a feast now, right?"
"Yeah, Wanmin Hall sounds good!"
Feng Ji laughed heartily. "Of course, we should celebrate! But since we all have different shifts, let's do this—on my next day off, I'll bring food from Wanmin Hall to the barracks, and we'll feast together. How about that?"