The open space around the military camp's training ground was already surrounded by people.
The ground, having been snowed on, was somewhat muddy. The night was deep, and the torches cast flickering shadows on everyone's faces, while the two young men in the center of the training ground attracted everyone's attention at this moment.
On one side, there was the mysterious guard by the side of the Young Master Gu;
On the other side, there was the imperial guard-with an official position and still being the Prime Minister's direct grandson, Su Zixiao.
The Dingyuan Army certainly hoped that Rong Heng could win.
However, Su Zixiao was handsome, with a gaze conveying evil qi and sharpness, his demeanor was cold and unruly, having the upper hand in terms of momentum over Rong Heng, who was wearing a mask and dared not reveal his true face.
