Chapter 624: How have you been living in the North these past few years? (Please

Seeing Huyan Lan's royal procession slowly approaching, Zhou Meng hurriedly rode forward and, according to the May Tian Ce Army etiquette, cupped his fists and said in a deep voice: "This subordinate Zhou Meng welcomes the Khan!"

Huyan Lan was in a terrible mood and didn't give him a good look, first scolding him harshly: "Zhou Meng! How are you doing things? You actually let my nephew suffer in your Hantie Pass prison! Is your position as Garrison Commander just for show?!"

Zhou Meng had grievances he couldn't voice and could only bite the bullet to explain: "Khan, please calm your anger. This matter... this matter truly has its reasons, and this subordinate also has his difficulties..."

"Useless fellow!" Huyan Lan interrupted him impatiently, his tone arrogant. "Hmph, I want to go see for myself what kind of heaven-defying background this Commandant Cheng has. Could he possibly be tougher than this King?! Open the gates, enter the city!"

Zhou Meng dared not disobey and had to order the city gates opened to welcome the Khan's army into the city, though he broke into a cold sweat for that Commandant Cheng.

The group marched imposingly to the military camp. Upon learning that Cheng Li was training soldiers on the drill ground, Huyan Lan didn't say a word, took a team of personal guards, and headed straight for the drill ground with a menacing air.

Zhou Meng followed closely behind, his heart in his throat, secretly resolving: No matter what, if a conflict breaks out later, even if it means offending the Khan, I must protect Commandant Cheng. This is the rule of Hantie Pass, and it is also my duty!

On the drill ground, the sounds of battle shook the sky. Soldiers were training, military formations shifting, the sound of blades and shields clashing endless. A robust, masculine blood-energy permeated the air, the military might extremely formidable.

Huyan Lan's face was gloomy. He strode onto the drill platform, his gaze sweeping like lightning. Just as he was about to shout, "Which one is Cheng Li?", he suddenly saw the side profile of the figure standing at the front of the formation giving orders.

At this one glance, Huyan Lan was struck as if by a heavenly thunderbolt! His entire aura instantly dissipated without a trace, his legs went soft, his knees bent, and he nearly knelt down on the spot!

Huyan Lan's position as the Northern Khan was personally bestowed by Li Chen! Back then, when he defected to Li Chen, Li Chen had used thunderous means to wipe out the Tuoba royal clan before installing him in power.

In a sense, he was Li Chen's most loyal subordinate, a fierce dog personally fed by His Majesty. How could a fierce dog not recognize its master?!

Li Chen didn't even turn his head to look at him, his gaze still fixed on the training formation, saying faintly: "Stand straight."

The voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Huyan Lan's legs, which were about to collapse, instantly straightened. He forced himself to stand still, though fine cold sweat had already seeped onto his forehead.

Only then did Li Chen turn and walk toward a secluded weapon warehouse beside the drill ground, leaving behind only one sentence: "Follow me."

The Northern Khan, who had been so imposing and arrogant just a moment ago, was now like a tamed loyal dog, head bowed, waist hunched, not even daring to breathe loudly, following step by step behind that "Commandant Cheng" until they disappeared at the edge of the field.

Huyan Lan's personal guards looked at each other. They had seen the Khan's look of sheer terror and his near-loss of composure. Although they didn't understand why, not one dared to move a muscle.

Zhou Meng stood where he was, feeling his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He wasn't a fool! For the past few days, he had been secretly speculating about the true identity of this Commandant Cheng, and his boldest guess was that he was the son of some powerful prince.

But no matter how noble a prince's son might be, he couldn't possibly make a powerful vassal king of Huyan Lan's level fear him to this extent!

The fear in that one glance couldn't be faked; it was almost an instinctive urge to kneel!

Even if the current Prime Minister or the Grand General of the State arrived in person, Huyan Lan might not have lost his composure like this!

In all the world, there was only one person who could make Huyan Lan nearly kneel at a single glance!