The central army general's command tent in the Mo Blade Army.
The central army general, Feng Anling, had thoroughly ordinary looks. He was neither tall nor burly, and his heavily callused hand held a brush as he reviewed documents.
In a lower seat inside the tent sat a burly man two sizes smaller than the Coward King, the Guard Commissioner. His body was round, but every bulging inch of flesh was hard muscle.
He Bao, general of the vanguard.
Beside He Bao sat a pale-faced scholar three heads shorter than him, smiling and looking perfectly amiable.
Lü Wenhua, general of the left army.
Blue-and-red totems were tattooed across He Bao's face and bald head. Stroking his scalp, he said, "Brother Feng, even though we answer to different people up top, you know I respect you. Tell me, what exactly is that Li Qingxian thinking? He's been in the Mo Blade Army for a month-a whole month! And he's only held two meetings. At the first, he delegated authority to us and spent the whole meeting praising us. The second was just a simple inspection on the drill grounds. He went through the motions, then went back to hole up in the Commander's Office and cultivate. I sent someone to ask for instructions, and what did he do? Told me outright to decide for myself. I've never seen a commander like this. The brothers in the other armies were all dumbstruck when they heard about it. Old Lü, you've got as many little schemes as a hornet's nest has holes. What do you think?"
Lü Wenhua smiled gently. "Which of you knows what he did in Far-Reaching City?"
"I've heard a little, but not much. All I know is that he did pretty well. I even wanted to go take a