The autumn wind, carrying a hint of chill, swept over the large camp, causing the canopies above everyone's heads to flutter like ocean waves.
With Mr. Zhao's command, the atmosphere suddenly grew strange.
Xue Shence remained silent, displaying the demeanor of a "Military God," but the military officers beside him couldn't help but exchange glances.
Not good... Standing to the side, Shi Meng, who should have been today's "protagonist," found himself edged out to a marginal role, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He could distinctly feel the glares from the Privy Council delegation directed at him.
This powerful warrior, who boasted muscles capable of racing horses on his arms, felt the invisible pressure in the air choking him more than the deadly aura on the battlefield.
"How long has it been since this guy has gained such influence? Divine Mechanism Camp's men don't even listen to Minister Xue's orders but are instead obedient only to Zhao?"