Zeng Yu looked out into the darkness with narrowed eyes, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. He waved his hand and a soldier walked up to him.
"Commander," he saluted formally.
"Stay here, I'll go check something out," he said somberly without looking away from the source of the earlier noise and jumped down from the wall.
The soldier looked like he had something to say but held back in the end. With clenched fists, he stared at his 'commanders' back with many emotions surging within.
He himself had been in the Red Legion for almost fifteen years now, with over eleven years under Zeng Yu. Yet he had talked to his 'commander' more than he had to his own father, even though they were one and the same.
This person was Zeng Wu, Zeng Yu's only son. He was twenty-six years old and had almost broken through to the Second Stage of the Spirit Realm.