"Brother, you're still injured and need to travel; I feel uneasy about this."
Yuwen Jun deliberately tried to make Yuwen Feng uncomfortable, pretending not to understand.
Sure enough, Yuwen Feng impatiently waved his hand: "It's just a scratch; it doesn't count for much. You should focus on clearing Lao San's remaining influence here. Don't underestimate these remnants—they're like parasites, capable of shaking the foundation of your position in the Eastern Land at any moment."
"But... my soldiers might not listen to you, brother."
Yuwen Feng raised an eyebrow: "Then why don't you just give me your Tiger Talisman?"
Commanding troops naturally requires authority.
"To tell you the truth, you'll laugh. My army doesn't use Tiger Talismans—my men only recognize my face."
"..." Yuwen Feng's face darkened completely: "What do you mean by that?"
