Liu Mingzhao stared in stunned disbelief, completely unable to tell whether his immediate superior was genuinely reckless or just pretending to be.
But there was one thing he had gotten right: the news hadn't been suppressed. Instead, it had spread like wildfire.
Song Gongbo, commander of Tiger Wing Prefecture, was in the back garden, enjoying an exquisite lunch while two beloved concubines attended to him. His trusted retainer, Liu Hao, came rushing in, and Song Gongbo's expression immediately darkened.
He wasn't blaming Liu Hao for his breach of manners. He knew this retainer of his followed the rules to the letter. If he'd rushed in like this, something serious must have happened.
After serving as commander of Tiger Wing Prefecture for many years, he was no longer the man he'd once been, brimming with lofty ambition and eager to distinguish himself. He'd seen too much; his heart had grown weary.
All he wanted was for the world to be at peace, so he could sit safely in the commander's seat and live out his days in tranquility. There was nothing wrong with that. The scenery at the summit of the Immortal Fated Peak might not even be this magnificent.
With Liu Hao's arrival, he knew his comfortable days were over.
But even though Liu Hao had prepared himself for the worst, when he heard what had happened, he was still shaken.
"Master, you'd better go. Dan Fubo is throwing a fit in the main hall. He's smashed an entire set of elegant celadon tea cups."
Song Gongbo let out a heavy sigh, patted the fragrant shoulders of his two beloved concubines, and headed for the main hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw a burly man glaring with tiger eyes and breathing heavily, like a ferocious beast ready to