The moon was at its zenith.
Numerous ministers were dressed in official attire of at least crimson, their ranks varied, yet the style was similar. Only Wang Anfeng, standing at the forefront of the military officials, wore a white embroidered battle robe, standing with a sword in hand, distinct from the others, attracting many gazes.
Among them, the most curious were the envoys from the Western Regions and Northern Frontier Royal Family, as well as the younger generation of noble clans from various places.
Most of them had heard of the name Divine Martial Mansion, but usually dismissed it as exaggerated rumors. Seeing him leading all the military officials today and witnessing the fierce Qin generals acting submissively, they realized that not all of those tumultuous legends of Jianghu might be false.
