In the blink of an eye, two more days had passed.
Lu Zhongshan, the Left Road Marshal of the Yi Ming Army, had completely suppressed his injuries. Although he still couldn't return to his peak, it no longer affected his movements.
At this moment.
Inside the bright tent.
Lu Zhongshan sat calmly in the commander's tent, watching the two uninvited guests before him.
They were two elderly men with obscure auras, both wearing uniform snow-white robes. One had a tall, skinny figure, like a bamboo pole, and the other was short, fat, and somewhat plump.
"Marshal Lu, I have long heard of your great name, and it is a pleasure to meet you today!"
The short, fat elder expressed with a glint of a smile, cupping his fists.
"So, it is the distinguished members of the Zhang Family. I wonder what brings the two of you here?"
Lu Zhongshan spoke calmly.
"Hehe, Marshal Lu has long been in command of troops and knows little about Jianghu matters, so let me be straightforward."
