Before they even reached the central command tent, they spotted two men standing outside from afar, looking rather nervous.
Both were fairly burly and strong, dressed in utterly ordinary clothes with nothing remarkable about them, just as Meng Chuan had described.
Soldiers as fierce as wolves and tigers stood guard beside them, Blood Qi steaming off them, Killing Intent misting around them like fog.
Coupled with the ear-splitting sounds of drilling that erupted from all around from time to time, it gave the impression of two little white rabbits falling into a pack of wolves. They were deeply uneasy.
Meng Zhao rode over. Once he drew near, the soldiers surrounding the two men dispersed. Two stepped forward to take the horses of Meng Zhao and Meng Chuan, their manner respectful, their eyes carrying a hint of admiration.
The instant Leader Li and the fish-shop owner saw Meng Zhao, they were left utterly dazed by his gleaming golden armor. How much gold would it take to forge something like that? No wonder he was a general.
Then they were cowed by the vast, terrifying aura that occasionally leaked from Meng Zhao, making them even more nervous and cautious.
Meng Zhao dismounted, one hand resting on the hilt of the long saber at his waist. He sized up the two men and said expressionlessly,
"Come into the tent with me."
Meng Chuan, meanwhile, scampered over to the entrance of the tent to stand guard. Straight-backed, his gaze prowled in all directions like a tiger's as he cautiously watched for anyone approaching.
He rarely performed guard duty under normal circumstances, but whenever Meng Zhao had important matters to discuss with someone, Meng Chuan was always required to remain outside, guarding against outsiders eavesdropping or stealing secrets. He was the only one Meng Zhao