The Weight of a Grandmaster
Everyone followed the sound with their eyes and saw Zheng Haihan, the Northern Commandery Investigation Bureau's First Thousand-Household Commander, walking in slowly from outside with his hands clasped behind his back.
His expression was frosty and stern, devoid of the slightest emotion, making it impossible to read either joy or anger from his face. Yet an aura of authority radiated from him without the need for anger.
"Greetings, Thousand-Household Commander."
Bai Yan immediately cupped his hands in salute.
The Hundred-Household Commanders, Brigade Leaders, and others watching nearby also hurriedly cupped their hands in salute.
Meng Feixiong was no exception. He raised his hand and bowed to Zheng Haihan.
Although Meng Feixiong and Zheng Haihan were both Thousand-Household Commanders of the Imperial Guard, there was a vast gulf between them in status, standing, and strength.
Meng Feixiong was merely an ordinary Thousand-Household Commander, and his strength ranked at the bottom within the Northern Commandery Investigation Bureau.
Zheng Haihan, meanwhile, was the Northern Commandery Investigation Bureau's First Thousand-Household Commander and ranked third among the Thirteen Imperial Guards.
That was merely the difference in status. In terms of strength, the gulf between them was even greater.
Zheng Haihan had broken through to the Grandmaster realm several years ago, while Meng Feixiong was only in the early stage of the Master realm. The difference between them could truly be called that between clouds and mud.
"Enough. Rise."
Zheng Haihan swept his gaze over the crowd and lifted a hand in a gesture of support.
"Lord Zheng, Bai Yan claims he acted on your secret orders and killed four Hundred-Household Commanders here, while severely injuring another four. Is this true?"
Meng Feixiong could not help asking.
"It is."
Zheng Haihan said blandly:
"This matter is of grave importance. I told