Ironclad Division, Bandit Suppression Office, Division Three Headquarters.
Yang Ling, clad in an 8th-Rank Ironclad, stood tall and straight. As he stepped into the courtyard, all the 9th-Rank Ironclads inside froze in surprise.
"Is that Yang Ling?"
"Yes, the 8th-Rank Ironclad, 8th-Rank Official Sword, and so young—who else could it be?"
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