All of It Was Dao Cultivation...

She was still thinking.

Footsteps sounded outside.

Jiang Yuechu's brow twitched.

Someone was coming.

With a thought, Jiang Yuechu dismissed the Dragon Transformation Art.

The blood and qi that had surged through her like mighty rivers settled with it.

She raised a hand to smooth the loose hair at her temples.

After transforming, she looked no different from an ordinary person unless someone came close and examined her carefully.

But there were still changes.

If someone observant spotted anything amiss, it would be trouble.

She casually picked up an official document she had already marked in red.

She spread it before her and frowned, pretending to be hard at work on official business.

This spacious main hall had originally been Wei He's domain.

She might have been a hands-off boss, dumping that entire mess on Wei He.

But the old fellow was stubborn.

He insisted that rank must be respected and that the main hall, symbol of the commander's authority, had to be cleared for her.

She could hardly refuse his earnest offer.

So Jiang Yuechu reluctantly came to sit here for an hour or two each day.

Officially, she was holding the fort. In truth, she was slacking off.

Tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

A tall figure crossed the threshold, bringing a gust of cold air inside.

He wore dark everyday clothes, and his face was as handsome as carved jade.

It was Xu Changfeng.

The Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow Divisions each had their own duties.

The Earth and Yellow Divisions were busiest, responsible for intelligence and garrison duty.

The Xuan Camp specialized in slaying demons, while the Heaven Division was made up entirely of elites.

Unless a Great Demon crossed the border, those two divisions were usually the quietest posts.

As the Xuan