Chapter 86

Gao Yang followed Uncle Fu toward the main hall, and from far away, he heard the hearty laughter of the Duke of Protecting the State, Zhao Ponu.

"Although he is a poisonous strategist, he does not lack filial piety. It is truly rare. I must look forward to it today."

This made Gao Yang a bit confused.

What were these old generals of Great Qian talking about?

It sounded like it was related to him and filial piety, which piqued his curiosity.

Soon, the two arrived outside the main hall. Uncle Fu bowed first and said, "Old Duke, the Young Master has arrived."

Following Uncle Fu's voice, Gao Yang immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Junior Gao Yang, greets all the old generals."

Great Qian has an orderly hierarchy, so the minimum etiquette when meeting these old generals must be observed.

Moreover, although Gao Yang was a poisonous strategist, he naturally respected generals who fought for the country, so his voice also revealed some sincerity.

As soon as his voice came out, several pairs of eyes flashing with brilliance in the hall looked at Gao Yang in unison.

Lu Zhen's old face showed satisfaction. He was the first to click his tongue and say, "Brat, you look innocent, but I didn't expect you to have a belly full of bad water. You even made the Prince of Rong suffer. It's simply incredible, but you're too thin, like a woman!"

Zhao Ponu continued, "Not only thin, but you also look very weak. When you have time, come to my prefecture, and I will teach you the ancestral art of strengthening the kidneys. As the eldest young master of the Duke of Ding's Prefecture, it would be too shameful if you couldn't perform."

Gao Yang's mouth twitched. These scrutinizing gazes and the tiger-wolf words in their mouths made them seem like a group of bandits to him.

Some gazes even swept across his waist and lower abdomen.

Gao Yang could only show an awkward but polite smile.

Lu Zhen glanced at Gao Yang's waist and added, "We are all rough people; there's no need to be polite. We are all comrades of the Duke of Ding, friends of life and death. Calling us 'Old General' is too distant. Just call us 'Grandpa'."

Gao Yang: "???"

He raised his eyes, filled with astonishment.

Although he shouldn't be too distant, wasn't calling them "Grandpa" directly a bit too close?

What entered his eyes were several faces with graying hair, but permeated with an awe-inspiring aura.

Although they had long since stopped fighting on the battlefield, the killing intent they had cultivated from mountains of corpses and seas of blood was incomparably rich.

Old generals never die; they just gradually fade away.

Gao Feng spoke up from the side, "This is Grand General of the Left Wei Guard, Old Master Lu; next to him is Grand General Qin, and the Duke of Protecting the State, Old Master Zhao!"

"Greet them."