Nanyin Camp, Central Army Main Tent.
The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy, a stark contrast to the grim scene outside, with its fluttering banners and rows of armored soldiers.
On the main seat sat a man, dressed in a crimson Python Robe embroidered with a ferocious python pattern. His expression was solemn and naturally imposing, and a faint draconic and tigerish aura coiled around him.
This was none other than the grand marshal of Nanyin's northern expedition army, the current Grand Protector—Li Xuanqing.
His gaze was serene, his fingertips tapping lightly on the rosewood armrest.
The scene of the four Great Masters from the Northwest joining forces to expose the spies and make them public had just been projected here via a Secret Skill.
"Quite the move." Li Xuanqing spoke slowly, his voice low and unrevealing of his emotions.
"The Northwest Demon Cave is truly not to be underestimated.
