"Gu Chenfeng!"
Cao Meng swiftly searched his mind for the name.
It was not that he had a poor memory. On the contrary, certain key figures and details were things he would never forget after a single glance.
Anyone he deliberately forgot was either dead or of little value.
Suddenly, Cao Meng seemed to remember something.
Spirit light flashed in his hand, and an art album appeared.
"Oh, right, I remember now! That kid. He was the one who handed Marquis Yu's Command to me.
If I hadn't seen this art album, I would almost have forgotten his name."
In an instant, his memories of that name rapidly returned.
Only then did Cao Meng remember this young warrior from the Lower Realm.
Aside from voluntarily surrendering Marquis Yu's Command and knowing when to advance or retreat, the strongest impression the man had left on him was his understanding of art.
The art album he had given Cao Meng had profoundly influenced him, even causing a major shift in the style of his subsequent puppet creations.
But the man's cultivation had been thoroughly ordinary. Cao Meng only remembered securing him a City Lord's post and a viscount position. Why would he have cared where the man was transferred afterward?
"What happened in Black Iron City actually has something to do with this fellow?"
Cao Meng's mind raced. Then a trace of inscrutable dignity, revealing neither joy nor anger, appeared on his fair, slightly rounded face.
"Commandery Governor Lu, although I already anticipated what happened on the front lines,
I have yet to learn the precise situation and the full course of events. Give me a detailed account."
Seeing Cao Meng's unfathomably composed expression, Lu Chongyue knew his guess had indeed been correct.
He immediately recounted how, after the unrest erupted, Black