After the court session ended, the King of Jin retreated to the royal study, where several others had also gathered. They bowed in greeting and took their seats.

“You’ve all met Wei Yuan today. What are your impressions?”

Seated to the King of Jin’s left was a refined man of indeterminate age who exuded an air of effortless ease. It seemed as though neither standing in the court or sleeping in the wild could disturb his composure. He was King Cheng. He had ascended to the rank of True Lord a century ago.

Seated opposite King Cheng was a slightly younger man with eyes as sharp as lightning. His entire presence resembled a drawn sword, sharp and piercing. However, this sword seemed to have become one with the world itself. Despite being right before one’s eyes, its threat was imperceptible until the very moment it struck.

This was King Ying, also a member of the Western Jin royal family and a World Ruler True Lord. He had recently played a pivotal role in turning the tide.

Seated below them were the Left and Right Counselors,, while Liu Quangong stood in attendance beside the King of Jin.

King Cheng replied, “He is innately defiant and cannot stand being humiliated, but it’s natural considering his age. Besides, it is precisely this spirit that has allowed him to accomplish the military feats he had.”

King Ying echoed in agreement, “With him guarding our borders in the western regions, our burden will be significantly lighter. I believe we can recall Yue Jinshan to the northern frontier. We have no troops left in the north and urgently need reinforcements.”

However, the Right...