She was still pondering.
Footsteps sounded outside.
Jiang Yuechu's brow twitched.
Someone was coming.
With a slight shift of thought, Jiang Yuechu dispelled the Dragon Transformation Art.
The blood and qi surging through her like great rivers calmed down with it.
She raised a hand and tidied the loose strands of hair by her temples.
Though, after the transformation, she looked no different from an ordinary person unless someone came close for a careful look,
there were still some changes.
If anyone with ill intentions noticed something amiss, it would be a hassle.
She casually picked up a document from the desk, one that had already been marked with red annotations.
She spread it out before her, knitted her brows slightly, and put on the look of someone laboring over official business.
The main hall was spacious. It had originally been Wei He's domain.
Though she was a hands-off boss who had dumped that whole mess of responsibilities on Wei He,
the old fool was stubborn as a mule.
He insisted that rank and order must be observed, and absolutely refused to keep this main hall, a symbol of the Regional Command's authority, for himself.
She could hardly refuse his earnest insistence.
So Jiang Yuechu had no choice but to do him the favor, coming here every day to sit for an hour or two.
In name, she was here to oversee things. In truth, she was here to slack off.
Tap, tap, tap.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
A tall, slender figure crossed the threshold, bringing in a gust of cold air from outside.
The visitor wore dark robes, his face as handsome as jade.
It was Xu Changfeng.
The Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow Battalions each had their own duties.
The Earth and Yellow Battalions were responsible