"You calling me Lao Liao is no problem at all! Hahaha."
Zhao Xing also laughed. Every leader had their own style of leading troops. Some were strict with clear hierarchies, while others were more approachable, often mingling and treating the lower-ranked soldiers as brothers, sharing meals and living quarters.
Liao Rulong had an unmistakable air of chivalry.
"Let's go. Don't just stand here. Let's head into the city and talk!"
Liao Rulong hooked his left arm around Long Xiao's neck and placed his right hand on Chen Shijie's shoulder. He tilted his head towards Zhao Xing: "Let's go into the city and chat over drinks!"
"I've heard from these two about your many interesting stories in the Ten Suns Cave Heaven, especially about Ge Wuzhu and Blind Cheng. How did two perfectly good fifth-rank Ministers of Agriculture end up with such nicknames? Hahaha, come on, let's head back and talk in detail."
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