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Passing through the city gates, Yan Xiaobao couldn't help but take a deep breath. Tents were scattered everywhere, and guards were moving about constantly. It was as if he were gazing at a beehive—constant activity surrounded him. The buzzing murmur of thousands of people talking echoed throughout the area as guards shuffled from one post to another.
The experts in the area paid no attention to the young man weaving through the rows of tents. None of them would ever suspect that this young figure before them might be the Great Marshall—the one leading everyone, deciding personnel placements, and strategizing their moves. In truth, if anyone were to make such a claim among the gathered masses here, they'd surely be met with uproarious laughter and outright disbelief.
