231, Mr. Zhao doesn't remember who gives gifts, but he clearly remembers who doesn't.

"Secretariat Envoy, sir!"

Accompanying the halt of his boots, a thick and dull voice resounded:

"Commander Shi Meng of the Divine Mechanism Camp, reporting."

Only then did Xue Shence lift his head, closing the document in his hand, his gaze cool and indifferent as he scrutinized the man before him.

True to his name, Shi Meng was imposing and muscular, clad in soft armor with bulging muscles and pronounced veins on his burly arms, his skin a dark and dull shade.

He appeared to be around forty, with a beard stiff as steel needles and eyes fierce as a tiger's.

At that moment, he clasped his hands in salute, his expression puzzled,

"I don't know why you summoned me urgently, sir. What is the matter?"

Among the Capital is three major camps and the Five Armies, each had a Commander.

Shi Meng was in charge of the Divine Mechanism Camp and was also a Cultivation Martial Artist.