General Headquarters, Marshal's Hall.
The light inside the hall was dim, and the air was steeped in a suffocating atmosphere.
Deep within the hall stood a bare-chested man. His bronze muscles knotted like coiling dragons, his body covered in sword and saber scars.
At that moment, he was intently polishing a battle saber, its cold gleam flashing in every direction.
This man was none other than Yuan Fan, the Grand Marshal of the General Headquarters, who commanded the Fengxian Sacred Dynasty's million-strong army and wielded overwhelming authority!
Tap, tap, tap!
At that moment, a set of steady footsteps sounded outside the hall.
Then, three figures strode in together.
All three wore armor. They were the Fengxian Sacred Dynasty's renowned three pillars: White Tiger Great General Bai Duanyue, Black Tortoise Great General Wu Zhenhai, and Vermillion Bird Great General Shen Ling.
The three reached the center of the hall, clasped their fists, and bowed in unison, their voices ringing like great bells:
"Marshal!"
Yuan Fan did not stop polishing the blade. His gaze remained on its edge as he asked in a low voice, "How is it? Has that little brat Jiang Bei... made any moves?"
Bai Duanyue stepped forward and shook his head gravely. "Reporting to Marshal, the spatial passage is as still as stagnant water—not even a ripple. In this subordinate's view, that boy has most likely been scared out of his wits and is hiding in the Canglan Realm like a turtle with its head pulled in. He won't be coming again."
Wu Zhenhai continued, "Marshal, we went to all this trouble to lock up over a thousand pieces of Tianyao Alliance trash, and we still have to feed them and attend to their every need. It's a complete waste! This subordinate believes we might as well kill