In the lavish, antique office of exquisite elegance, Shen Wuxiang was seated before a tea table, sipping tea.
Even in the privacy of his own space, he sat ramrod straight, a habit ingrained from years in the military, impossible to shed no matter the effort.
Besides his enormous build and the sharpness of his aura, he had an intimidating presence.
This was the leading figure of the Phoenix Empire's armed forces, a man whose authority, honed like a sword over time,
could slay when unsheathed, deterring others from lightly challenging its edge.
Sitting opposite him was a gaunt elder in black-rimmed glasses who had just brewed some Da Hong Pao tea, pouring it into a cup before Shen Wuxiang and asked, "Is the Military Minister preparing to make a risky move?"
Shen Wuxiang looked up at the old man and asked, "Does Mr. Sun consider this a gamble?"
