The Eagle-Raising Banquet finally ended on a thoroughly satisfactory note, with hosts and guests alike enjoying themselves.
At an ordinary Eagle-Raising Banquet, there might have been candidates who challenged the martial Provincial Examination Laureate out of dissatisfaction. Sometimes, such diversions were welcomed as entertainment.
This year, however, everyone was exceptionally well-behaved. Even the most unruly of them, Zhu Wen, acted like an obedient child.
After everyone dispersed from the banquet, Lin Hao told Liu Tong and the others to head back first, while he went to the provincial military commander's carriage...
As a military official of the primary second rank in charge of an entire province's military affairs, Feng Jing had the trappings befitting his position.
Although he usually preferred riding horseback, he had specifically arranged a meeting with Lin Hao this time and prepared a spacious, four-horse carriage for the occasion.
The carriage itself was relatively plain, but its interior was very roomy. After boarding, Lin Hao found that only he and Feng Jing were inside. A faint scent of sandalwood filled the compartment.
Dressed in an official robe embroidered with beasts, Feng Jing sat casually in the center of the carriage. His expression was mild, but he commanded respect without anger, carrying an invisible pressure of his own.
The aura of his office had already merged with his own force. If Feng Jing, who held military authority, truly unleashed his force pressure, the resulting oppression would be far beyond the ordinary!
Even with it restrained, Lin Hao could feel a sense of pressure despite having achieved force gathering himself.
Or rather, it was precisely because Lin Hao had achieved force gathering that he perceived it more clearly.
It felt like standing before a section of dike on the verge of bursting. Everyone else was still playing without a