Eastern Continent.
Mang Mountain.
The cultivators from Sky Wall City have all left, leaving only mortal martial artists to guard this place.
At dusk, after the patrol soldiers switched shifts, they set up camp in the wilderness, gathered around a fire, and brewed wine.
A freshly hunted wild boar sizzled over the charcoal fire, releasing its oil.
"Old Man Li, are you serious? Are you just bragging?"
"Yeah, considering your Meridian Passage Realm, how did you survive all those battles?"
"..."
A group of young soldiers jeered around an elderly general with graying hair.
This old man is surnamed Li, and now his martial merit is at the standard third rank, light chariot commanding officer. However, due to insufficient realm, his official rank is not high, only a freshly appointed standard sixth rank loyal martial colonel.
