"Nice to meet you. I'm Tie Xinping, the local acting commander. Heh, I retired long ago. These days, I suppose I'm just the one watching the base gate."
The silver-haired old man extended his hand first, and Lu Mouren, as the junior, stepped forward to shake it.
This veteran who claimed to be watching the "gate" had once been rumored to be in line for promotion to marshal.
Though it ultimately never came true, the very possibility spoke to his achievements.
He was a sixth-rank in the War path, not especially strong personally, but he was better known for his military strategy and planning. He had once guarded a high-risk border region of the Eastern Kingdom for many years.
Sending this old man here alone to oversee military affairs was enough to show how seriously Wanjing regarded this place.
At that moment, however, there were more than just the two of them in the temporary conference room. The third person was equally important.
"Sun Xiaosheng, former high priest of the Martial God, spokesperson for My Lord."
Another old man, though in some sense, an old acquaintance.
He was a demigod, but far more senior than Lu PingAn. The "scale" Lu PingAn sensed from him far surpassed his own, and was not even inferior to Shuichi's.
He was retired as well. He had previously been the Martial God's direct spokesperson—the Pope.
Yet when facing Lu PingAn, he too took the initiative to greet him and offer his hand.
"I've heard much about you. I have quite the connection with the Martial God."
"Heh, I heard about it. Thank you for supporting us."
This time, the arrival of the Martial Combat Church, a true god's church, in this world had been expected. Their members were exceptionally capable in individual combat.
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