Meng Zhao was quite at ease with Linghu Rui. In a sense, the man was a workaholic.
He wished he could soak in the main camp all twenty-four hours of the day. If the rank-and-file soldiers did not sleep, neither did he; before they woke, he was already awake.
In modern popular terms, he was the living embodiment of a grind king.
It was only because his cultivation was profound and he had all manner of resources to replenish himself, with vigorous qi and blood, that he could keep this up. Otherwise, if he carried on like this, his vitality would likely have been badly depleted by now.
The two watched the grand scene of ten thousand men drilling below for a while longer, looking for gaps to fill and considering how they could improve things.
At that moment, a knight in black armor rode a Black Scale Horse up before them with a clatter of hooves. He leaped neatly from the saddle, dropped to one knee before Meng Zhao, and reported,
"Reporting to the General, two people outside the main camp request an audience with you. They say they have important information to report."
The man was tall and powerfully built, as though a giant deity had descended into the world. His features were resolute, though they still carried a trace of youthful immaturity.
His short hair was strikingly unconventional in this world and era, while also lending him the cold severity, solemnity, and ruggedness of a soldier. He radiated an overflowing aura of masculine strength.
He was none other than Fifth Brother of the Meng Family, Meng Zhao's good younger brother, Meng Chuan. After entering the Yangwu Army, Meng Zhao had assigned him to train in the personal guard camp. Following a period of tempering, much of his