Meng Zhao had indeed taken an interest in this man, chiefly because he valued his talent.
As the saying went, a thousand troops were easy to find, but a single worthy general was hard to come by. Though the Divine Might Army currently had its so-called six Guard Generals,
it was hard to say how many among those six truly understood military formations and battlefield strategy.
And even if they were exceptionally capable, their character might not be worthy of trust. Mo Li was a perfect example.
According to Si Peng, Hong Tianzheng could be considered the most well-rounded of the six Guard Generals. Moreover, he was an especially upright commander, someone who could not be bought with power or wealth, but could be won over through kindness, righteousness, and genuine feeling.
Hong Tianzheng was precisely the sort of person Meng Zhao liked. In contrast, Mo Li belonged to the talented-but-immoral sort. Though such a person could be used, one could never truly let him run free; he had to be restrained and suppressed.
The process was much the same as before. After announcing themselves, Meng Zhao followed Si Peng into the great tent where Hong Tianzheng was.
It was not his residence, but the place where he ordinarily handled official affairs and studied military texts.
Compared to the luxurious extravagance of Mo Li's tent, this one was exceedingly plain and simple, without unnecessary decorations. The only things that seemed somewhat precious were the books filling half a shelf, along with a few bamboo scrolls that looked exceptionally ancient.
Where Mo Li was handsome and extraordinary, with refined features, Hong Tianzheng had a square, upright face, tiger eyes, and thick brows. Though not particularly handsome, he was brimming with heroic spirit and raw masculine vigor.
He was also tall and