"Ninth Master, this is the situation..." Mr. Fang, whose face was ashen, stood to one side and recounted the entire ordeal to Hong Jiuling.
Currently, the temperature was not particularly low, yet Hong Jiuling was wrapped in a thick quilt, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his expression was one of extreme lethargy.
At first glance, he seemed to possess no distinctive qualities.
Indeed, this was the case; like Feng Zhiyong, he had no awakened abilities, his identity merely that of an ordinary person.
It's somewhat fantastical that the leaders of both conservative and war factions are mere mortals.
Achieving such glory in this adversity indicates that both men must be exceptional beings. The former relied on the prestige accumulated during peaceful times, while Hong Jiuling was ruthless, employing any means necessary to achieve his goals, thus acquiring such vast power.
