The days are passing by, and they're anything but dull.
"Can't strike up a fight," Lang Yan said, "and besides, it's not their turn to enter the fray."
"What does it matter whose turn it is, or whether we can start a fight or not? That's not important!" the instructor emphasized, "What's important is attitude! The warriors' mindset! You wouldn't want your soldiers to shrink from battle when the time comes, would you?"
Lang Yan furrowed his brow and suddenly stood up from his chair, towering half a head above the instructor. He stared into the instructor's eyes with an unshakable force and emphasized, "My soldiers aren't afraid of war, but you can't fill their heads with nothing but war!"
"You you you..." the instructor sputtered, at a loss for words.
Just as he caught his breath, he heard a noise from behind and turned around. Seeing Mo Shangjun standing up, he couldn't help but ask, "Instructor Mo, where are you going?"
