Deep within Iron Blood City, at the Tianyuan Empire's encampment.
Iron Blood City, deep within the Tianyuan Empire's outpost.
It was a small courtyard with a grove of black jade bamboo and a clear pond. A thatched pavilion stood beside the water, quiet and elegant, simple yet timeless.
Inside the thatched pavilion, a white-haired old man held a fishing rod as he dozed in a reclining chair, unaware that a fish had taken the bait.
He looked like a neighbor's elderly grandfather, frail with age, as though he might pass away at any moment.
Beside him, a snow-white-robed young man waited quietly, eyes lowered and showing not the slightest impatience.
The young man had a face as handsome as carved jade, bright brows and sword-like eyes. With a white paper fan in hand, he was the very picture of a refined gentleman in a turbulent age.
Time trickled by. In the end, the white-haired old man still hadn't caught a fish. He seemed to have slept well enough, for he set down the rod and stretched.
As if only then noticing the young man in white beside him, the old man smiled and said, "I'm old, old and useless. General, you've been here for a while, haven't you? Why didn't you wake me? Making you wait was truly a sin, a sin."
The "General" the white-haired old man spoke of was the young man in white beside him. He was none other than the Iron Blood Great General who had recently crossed the plaza in a menacing stride to come here!
When people heard that someone was a general, many immediately pictured a tall, imposing figure. Yet the Iron Blood Great General, who had once crushed a Barbarian Race Emperor-level expert to death, was a handsome young man as delicate