"Under me sits the Azure Dragon. Those others are the White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise," Cheng Ziang introduced.
"I've long heard of your great name," Anxiang Mao nodded politely as he spoke.
To be stationed at such a position meant Anxiang Mao indeed had some competence, at least not as clueless as that other fellow, who was so daft he couldn't even read a person's expression.
From this, it could be seen that even a clan like the Anxiang family, which fully embraced martial might and leaned completely toward the Wu Family, needed to cultivate some cultural awareness among its members. Otherwise, it would surely lead to trouble—trouble that's worryingly easy to stir up.
