Cheng Han had completed his cleanup of the Huiyang War Zone, leaving behind a legend about the Grand General Overseer before quietly departing.
In just two short days,
many people's fates had changed because of it.
For example,
Steward Zhang of the Lake Patrol Station.
It was barely light.
Knock! Knock!
The gates of the Lake Patrol Station were suddenly knocked upon.
Steward Zhang jolted awake, rubbing his bleary eyes as he called out loudly, "Who is it?"
A booming voice immediately carried through the gate. "Is Steward Zhang Liang there? I am a Mystic Adept from the Central Court."
At the words "Mystic Adept," Steward Zhang shuddered all over, and his drowsiness instantly vanished.
He scrambled out of bed and hurriedly called out, "Please wait a moment, Lord Mystic Adept. I'll come open the door right away."
Steward Zhang hastily threw on some clothes and jogged to the main hall, where he pulled open the door.
Before his eyes,
two Black-Robed Mystic Adepts stood quietly outside.
Several dozen meters away,
a Mystic Boat was parked.
One of the Mystic Adepts offered a polite smile. "Steward Zhang, Vice General Zong of the Central Court summons you for an audience."
Steward Zhang let out an "Ah," utterly dumbfounded.
A lofty Vice General was actually receiving a nobody like him in person?
The other Mystic Adept gestured. "Please come with us."
Steward Zhang gave a dazed "Oh" and instinctively followed them.
Even as the Mystic Boat lifted into the air, he still felt as though none of this was real.
However,
Steward Zhang was no fool.
Naturally, he understood that all of this was inseparable from the Grand General Overseer.
The gentleman had stayed at the Lake Patrol Station for a day, eating and living alongside them. That was why a dignified