Meng Zhao and Ao Bing were escorted by this squad of elite soldiers into the central army camp, heading toward the Northern Garrison General's tent. Along the way, they witnessed quite a few impressive sights within the army. Compared with the other six camps, its overall quality was indeed somewhat higher.
Moreover, Meng Zhao could clearly sense that the martial artists throughout this entire central army camp seemed to cultivate the same body-tempering art. Not only were their qi and blood exceptionally powerful, but each person's qi and blood also seemed connected to a certain degree, able to flow between them. It was rather mystical.
However, this was not the time to investigate such matters. Meng Zhao and Ao Bing were led by the elite soldiers to the front of the general's command tent.
"Please, you two. The general is waiting inside!"
Meng Zhao nodded, then lifted the tent flap with Ao Bing and walked in.
At first glance, the tent's overall arrangement was no different from the tents Meng Zhao remembered from the Yangwu Army camp in Lingwu City. It was even somewhat plainer. Yet the person within was anything but ordinary.
He was extraordinary not because his martial arts were particularly profound. At least in Meng Zhao's eyes, the man's aura was merely at the Grandmaster realm, only a hair's breadth from becoming a Great Grandmaster and capable of breaking through at any moment. He was far from worthy of Meng Zhao's notice.
What was remarkable was that the man's aura was exceedingly peculiar. His presence carried a dense air of slaughter and majesty, blending with this stretch of heaven and earth, completely identical to Heaven Pass.
In that instant, an absurd thought flashed through Meng Zhao's mind. This Northern Garrison General, renowned throughout the world, seemed—seemed to