My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

However, the Northern Expedition Army of one million was different: if one million troops stepped out together, even Emperor Zhou himself might not be able to handle the flood of one million soldiers.

Possibly, he wouldn\'t last even a day before being overrun by the surging Iron Cavalry.

After Cheng Guang entered North City, while observing the soldiers within the city, many of the soldiers passing by recognized him at a glance, believing that he must be the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen\'s Mansion.

Most of them, although they had mostly never seen Cheng Guang, had heard more or less about his deeds, and had some idea of what kind of person the Duke\'s Heir was.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would be very likely that the one to inherit the one million Northern Expedition Army would be this very Princely Heir, so many generals were very attentive to Cheng Guang, the Duke\'s Heir.

They observed him silently.

After observing Cheng Guang for a while, they felt that this Princely Heir of the Duke lived up to his reputation.

Despite his noble status, he didn\'t bear the slightest hint of arrogance; his handsome face wore a faint and bright smile, which made him appear very approachable.

"The Princely Heir seems quite decent."

"If the Princely Heir is not caught in an accident, he will probably replace Duke Zhen in the future. Even if the Princely Heir might not achieve the Sky-Man, as long as he is clever enough and not too stupid, the level of his cultivation isn\'t too important."

"The Princely Heir is no fool. I don\'t know if you\'ve heard about the incident a while back when the crown prince caused chaos at the Royal Ceremony, it seems the Princely Heir was involved behind the scenes."

"Hiss, the crown prince is an old fox, more secretive than anyone. I had thought it was someone from the Bureau of the Lamp\'s upper echelons who had discovered the crown prince\'s whereabouts and then lured him out."

"Yeah, I didn\'t expect it would be the Princely Heir..."

The crowd murmured in low voices.

In the course of their discussion, their gaze fell upon Cheng Guang, and in those eyes, respect and reverence shimmered appropriately.

Cheng Guang, faced with the murmurs of the surrounding soldiers, made no particular response, listening calmly as he rode his horse towards the Duke Zhen\'s Mansion within North City.

In fact, as soon as Cheng Guang approached North City, Duke Zhen, Cheng Shiyuan, had already been informed of Cheng Guang\'s arrival. .net

Therefore, when Cheng Guang arrived at Duke Zhen\'s Mansion in North City, he could see an old man already standing at the entrance of the mansion, waiting for him.

He could instantly see the figure of Cheng Guang.

When he spotted Cheng Guang at the end of the street, his aged yet clear eyes momentarily showed a flicker of joy. He wanted to step forward and greet Cheng Guang, but as the words reached his lips, perhaps out of embarrassment, he swallowed them back.

With slightly moving lips, at that moment the old man felt more nervous than facing a host of Devil Emperors and Demon Emperors.

The old man\'s normally imposing figure now seemed restrained, standing dutifully at the door like an overgrown child, watching Cheng Guang.

As the old man sized up Cheng Guang, Cheng Guang was also observing the old man.

The old man at a distance, his hair somewhat grizzled and his body a bit emaciated as if a breath of air could knock him over.

But Cheng Guang dared not underestimate the old man before him; despite appearing as though a breath could knock him over and feeling no detectable aura emanating from him,

the subtle atmosphere of loftiness and the chilling pressure he radiated,

made it clear that this old man was no ordinary person.

Even though the old man said nothing, all eyes upon him would involuntarily lower, not daring to linger.

Cheng Guang felt this way too, but he didn\'t feel much pressure.

As he looked at the old man,

the old man gazed back at Cheng Guang with an indulgent look.

"Seems you\'ve grown taller."

Cheng Guang heard the old man\'s words and his face showed a faint smile, "I\'ve seen grandfather."

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, hearing Cheng Guang\'s obedient greeting, felt truly happy in his heart.

Cheng Shiyuan, who hadn\'t seen Cheng Guang for many years, seemed as if he had acquired a condition known as social anxiety in the presence of Cheng Guang; his hands unsure what to do, flailed about.

"Well, did you get hungry on your way here?"

"There isn\'t much delicious food in your grandfather\'s place, but there\'s plenty of Devil Clan meat. Just let me know what you want to eat,"

Cheng Shiyuan said this, in this manner.

At that moment, Cheng Shiyuan looked like someone with social anxiety, forcing himself to socialize.

In the whole wide world, besides Cheng Guang himself, probably no one else could make Cheng Shiyuan reveal such a restrained look.

Hearing Cheng Shiyuan\'s words, Cheng Guang\'s lips twitched slightly, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

"It\'s alright, grandfather. I\'ve had plenty to eat along the way, so there\'s no need to worry about me."

Hearing this from Cheng Guang, Cheng Shiyuan finally took a sigh of relief, straightened up his emaciated frame, and was about to say something more when the voice of a soldier nearby interrupted.