"Senior Brother, have you been to the Northern Border?"
"The Northern Border... I stayed there for three years. Back then, the Old Marquis was still around..."
The young man's face showed a hint of remembrance as he recounted the amusing stories of the Northern Border to a group of admiring youths.
On a section of the deck, Lin Chen leaned against the railing, listening to the young man's tales with a slight smile. This youth was merely in the Refining Viscera Realm and judging by his age, close to thirty. It was almost impossible for him to have met the Old Marquis at that age.
Perhaps, during a muster when the Old Marquis called the troops, he might have glimpsed him from afar.
Most of the tales of the military camps at the Northern Border and slaying demon beasts were probably stories he heard from others. However, these youths had never been to the Northern Border and didn't know the real situation.
