Zhou Pengfei and Military Supervisor Li Lihe met each other's gaze, each catching something in the other's eyes.
The two rose together and stepped out of the Commander's Prefecture.
The other thirty-odd Great Generals also left the prefecture at the same time.
"Greetings, Grand Marshal!" With a swish, nearly forty men saluted in unison.
Lin Su's gaze fell upon the face of the foremost man. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, broad-backed and thick-waisted, carrying the killing aura of a battlefield veteran. He was none other than the Commander of Nen River, Zhou Pengfei.
"You are Zhou Pengfei?"
Zhou Pengfei stood straight. "Reporting to Grand Marshal, I am!"
"Are all the Great Generals of Nen River's thirty-six armies present?" Lin Su swept his gaze over the thirty-odd men before him.
"Reporting to Grand Marshal, they are!"
Lin Su nodded. "Good. We will discuss matters in the command tent!"
"Grand Marshal, this way!"
"Commander Zhou, please!"
Lin Su had been appointed Grand Marshal of the Eastern Domain, commanding all armies throughout the dynasty, the supreme commander of all forces under heaven. The Nen River Army was merely one branch of the Immortal Dynasty's forces, so strictly speaking, this was not a change of commander. It was simply a superior coming to Nen River on inspection. Until Zhou Pengfei received an order stripping him of office, he remained the commander of this army.
Commander's Prefecture, central command tent.
The guards on both sides bowed simultaneously, welcoming their leader into the tent.
Zhou Pengfei squeezed out a smile. "Grand Marshal, please take the seat of honor!"
Lin Su sat in the very center at the head of the command tent.
Zhou Pengfei sat on his left, Military Supervisor Li Lihe on his right. The Great Generals below also had seats—thirty-six