Eastern Mausoleum War Fortress.
Inside the Secret Hall.
Cheng Han stood shoulder to shoulder with General Commander Sword Wanli, waiting for the War Zone Joint Conference to begin.
The so-called "joint conference" was a meeting attended by the leaders of multiple war zones.
Its main topics usually involved discussing cooperation between war zones, coordinating affairs, or exchanging resources and information.
Naturally, the host of the joint conference was the lofty God General's Command.
Half a month ago.
Even though Cheng Han was already a Deputy General Commander, he had not been qualified to participate in the War Zone Joint Conference.
But now.
He was a War Zone Inspector, with slightly more authority than a General Commander, so he naturally qualified to attend.
At that moment.
Sword Wanli glanced at Cheng Han and could not help asking, "Inspector Cheng, it has only been a few days, but it seems your strength has improved again?"
Cheng Han nodded with a smile and told the truth. "A few days ago, I visited the underwater nest of the Flower Nacre Clan and received a gift."
There was no need to conceal such a matter. Even if he said nothing, others would still be able to detect a hint of it.
Sword Wanli was somewhat surprised. "No wonder. When I saw you just now, I felt that your Transcendental Fluctuation had changed subtly."
The General Commander felt rather envious.
A Flower Nacre Tribe had taken the initiative to emerge from the deep sea, seek him out, and even offer a valuable gift. That sort of luck was practically heaven-defying.
Sword Wanli was tactful enough not to ask what gift Cheng Han had received.
After all, everyone had their own little secrets, and prying into them was not polite.
The General Commander smacked his lips again.