"Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Shang Yang!"
Within the strange cavern-heaven.
As the minor competition arrived, the Inspectorate and the Military Affairs Office arrived almost simultaneously.
The leader of the Military Affairs Office wore a faint smile as he looked at the person not far away, with white jade horns atop his head, clad in rosy robes, gentle-featured, his eyes like stars as though they could see through all things.
Hearing this, Shang Yang nodded lightly. His voice was soft, like wind passing through chimes. "Fellow Daoist Ji Meng, I didn't expect you to come in person this time."
Ji Meng's body was long and narrow, his proportions bizarre. From afar, he looked like a nail. His features were not exactly strange, nor was he unattractive, but after one glance, people would instinctively turn their eyes away, unwilling to meet his gaze for too long.
"The people below kept claiming they had matters to attend to, delaying everything the King instructed. After the grand competition not long ago, the King was enraged. I didn't dare delay any longer, so I had to come personally rather than let those below keep brushing things off."
Ji Meng laughed heartily. "By the way, Fellow Daoist Shang Yang, please show some mercy this time and put in a good word for me before the King. Otherwise, I'll have quite the headache."
Hearing this, Shang Yang glanced at the Military Service Department disciples he had brought behind him. Her voice remained soft as ever. "The Inspectorate serves as the King's eyes. We only observe and record. Whatever performance Fellow Daoist Ji Meng shows will be reported truthfully."
Ziya!
A prodigy of the Military Service Department, the Young Military Lord of the Military Affairs Office.
Sure enough, just as Bifang had said, those people had