Po Yang Tribal Encampment.
As a branch of the Yuwen lineage, they were stationed around four hundred li away in the region of Xi River, relatively scattered.
"Wang Zhi, you don't need to keep staring at me."
Luo Dongquan sneered coldly, "I've said it before, I have no grudges with Officer Chen. It's you who's petty!"
"Cut the crap!"
Wang Zhi cursed, "Seven years ago, there was a recruit with good talent. Did you or Zhao Kang not compete with him? Then the man mysteriously died. Did he just evaporate from the world? I've disliked you for a long time!"
"Wang, you need evidence to make accusations!"
Luo Dongquan narrowed his eyes, "And put your position in perspective. I don't care what your status was in the Eight Camps before, but now, you're just a Bone Training Hundred Households, while I am Deputy Thousand Households, a Secondary Fifth Rank General of Military Strategy conferred by the court!"
"Enough with the arguing!"