On this particular night, the darkness was as ink, spilling over the Ninefold Celestial Palace.
At Yunding Mountain, in the Heavenly Patrol Hall, the candle flames were blazing, and the assembly had not yet dispersed.
On the main seat, Chen Yuan leaned slantwise on the commander's chair, his eyelids closed, his fingertips distinct in their joints, carelessly tapping on the armrest.
"Thud, thud, thud."
The sound, neither fast nor slow, blended with the discussions in the hall, indirectly suppressing the voices of the generals.
In the hall, over a dozen desks spread with documents were messily orderly. The various colonels summoned their subordinates to convey the documents and directives. Today's meeting was essentially a comprehensive review after the reconstruction of the Mountain-cutting Army, dealing with the issue of reassigning and adjusting the patrol responsibilities of the prefectures and offices in response to the Devil Race harassing the rear.
