“On my Wind Fire Wheels, I’m drifting through my youth... Drifting, drifting, it's so thrilling…” Zu An sang as he rushed to Yi Commandery. However, his entire demeanor immediately turned serious as soon as he landed. After all, it was still better to have a bit of a leader's awe in front of subordinates.

Zhang Zitong, Xiao Jianren, and the others were already waiting at the secret location they had decided on beforehand. In order to maintain secrecy, they hadn’t even brought any of Yi Commandery’s Embroidered Envoys for fear of King Yan noticing anything. They were discussing something among themselves.

Zu An had to admit that Zhang Zitong’s legs were just too eye-catching, especially when she was offset by Xiao Jianren and the others’ less desirable figures. It gave him the impression of a ‘crane among chickens’. After a while, he coughed lightly.

“We greet Sir Eleven!”

Zhang Zitong and the others started to feel excited when they noticed his arrival. They all bowed down to greet him.

Zu An tried to think of some words of encouragement the way people in his previous world would to improve their rapport, but he couldn't...