In the Protectorate General of the Northern Region, everyone felt that after once again going up the mountain to receive thirty palm strikes from the Manor Master of The Number One Manor in the World, Sima Cuo, who must have been seriously injured, appeared as usual, his armor unwavering, sitting by a stone table, calmly reading military books and recent military intelligence.
There were a few others in the hall, all of whom were illustrious and had achieved great military merits during the era of the Seven Kingdoms.
The young military generals who had emerged in recent years did not yet qualify to enter this small room.
Everyone had arrived, and the tea in their cups had been drunk dry several times.
