Yang Jing watched until the last Flying Boat, filled with soldiers of the Demon Suppression Army, had flown toward the Northern Domain. Only then did he look away.
"Minister Yang."
Wang Xu suppressed his complex emotions, cupped his hands in a salute, and awaited Yang Jing's command.
There were three other Capital City Commanders like him. Each commanded over seven hundred Demon Suppression Army soldiers, and all of them now stood by Yang Jing's side, awaiting their orders.
A few years ago, Yang Jing was just an ordinary Demon Patrol Envoy, a position far below Wang Xu's rank of Capital City Commander. But in just a few short years, Yang Jing's power had become second only to the Golden Core Cultivators.
According to the Northern Army Governor's Mansion's protocol, these four Capital City Commanders should have been led by at least one Golden Core Cultivator.
