Rewards

As for the so-called rewards for meritorious service, Shi Lan was not particularly interested. She did not think she had accomplished anything meritorious in this war.

Though the battle had been decided, Shi Lan still felt uneasy. Bai Weiyang had been taken away by that Demon Race woman, and her safety now looked far from promising.

After donning her armor, Shi Lan followed Shi Tianlu to the War Merit Hall in the city.

There were far fewer people in the War Merit Hall than Shi Lan had imagined. At a glance, there were fewer than a thousand.

Only these people remained among the officers ranked commander of a thousand or above.

Compared with the vast structure of the Demon Suppression Army, they were hardly worth mentioning.

Among the surviving officers present, nearly half were young people in their twenties or thirties. They carried a distinguished air unlike that of the others, and it was immediately clear they were members of Aristocratic Clans.

Most of these Aristocratic Clan scions had unique ways of saving their own lives, giving them far better odds of surviving on the battlefield than ordinary people.

There were quite a few powerful fighters present. Nearly three hundred were at the Heavenly Dipper Realm or above, most of them officers ranked commander of ten thousand or higher.

Shi Lan swept her gaze across the hall. When she spotted a young man, her eyes flickered.

He had a tall, imposing build and sharply defined features. A black-silk jade band was tied around his forehead, and his eyes held a chill that kept people at arm's length, like a thousand feet of ice. He looked barely over twenty, but his composed bearing suggested he was already past thirty.

The reason Shi Lan noticed him was the familiar aura that clung