When Fang Zhen walked into the temporary combat command post, all eyes immediately fell upon him.
Their gazes held a mixture of admiration, worship, caution, and awe. Though no one spoke, Fang Zhen could clearly feel the intangible, reverent respect in the air.
Fang Zhen gave a slight nod, and the others immediately responded with respectful expressions and gestures.
Fang Zhen knew his status and authority among them had grown considerably.
After all, he had previously only provided some supplies.
But the revered status he now held was earned through sheer martial prowess.
Osetis was among them. His gaze now held the respect one gives to a senior who has traveled much further down the path.
"Alright, we won this battle," Duke Phil said. "And I think we're all clear on how we won. It was all thanks to Yak—or rather, Fang Zhen."
