By now, the cities were built and the people were slowly being made into part of Fei Yang Kingdom.
At the frontline, some battles still occurred from time to time.
"Young Master Long, General Long is looking for you."
"I understand."
Long Qian Xing had just returned from a small skirmish at the valley nearby. He had an independent army and didn't have to follow his father all the time. However, he would still return to this city after his campaign was over.
It was their temporary base during their time stationed here.
Before long, Long Qian Xing had arrived in front of his father room.
The servant announced his arrival and General Long allowed him to come in.
"Father," Long Qian Xing greeted. "This one heard that you're looking for me?"
"There's no need to be overly polite." General Long looked at his son. This rascal was not one to follow etiquette most of the time. Listening to him talking with such polite words didn't seem to suite this rascal's image at all.
