When Yan Jin and Zhang San arrived at the martial hall of the Treasure Pavilion, the atmosphere was tense. Soldiers stood on guard, disciplined and silent, arranged into four units—three combat units and one support unit. The hall was eerily quiet, except for the heated voice of Zhang Li.
"So you're telling me that unless I give up my third spot, you won't proceed with the coronation ceremony?" she yelled.
"That's not it, General Zhang," one of the generals replied, his tone dripping with insincerity. "We just can't afford to give opportunities to undeserving people simply because of their parentage." He glanced disdainfully at Zhang San.
As Zhang San and Yan Jin made their way to the front, the four generals of the Treasure Pavilion sat on a stage, looking down at everyone like lords over their domain. Their powerful auras, equal to Zhang Li's, made the air feel heavy and oppressive. The moment they saw Yan Jin, the tension in the room thickened even more.
