Stepping into the main hall, Chen Sheng's gaze was instantly captured by the figure in the seat of honor.
The man wore the black official robes of a third-rank Commander. The ferocious leopard on his chest, embroidered with gold thread, was strikingly lifelike.
Seated on a high-backed chair, his build was not particularly burly, yet he possessed an air of profound stillness, like a deep abyss or an unshakable mountain.
His eyes were especially striking—sharp as a falcon's, with a brilliant light that glinted from within whenever he blinked.
What made Chen Sheng's heart tighten most was the man's aura. It was perfectly contained, with not a hint of it leaking out, yet it gave him an almost instinctual sense of danger, like a violent undercurrent hidden beneath a calm sea.
His identity was self-evident.
"Your subordinate, Chen Sheng, Vice Governor of the Ning'an Jingwu Bureau, pays his respects to the Commander!"
