C984 The Private Money

In the early morning at the Sparrow Feather Battalion, the first light of dawn was just beginning to break. On the training grounds, Feng Junli stood in a silver-white battle robe, his spear, Dragon's Roar, swaying gently in the breeze.

The warm sunlight spread across the scene, as if a giant fan had swept away the darkness hanging over the camp. In this morning light