Inside the martial arts academy, it was quiet at this moment. Numerous personnel were orderly responding to the situation on the frontline.
At the head of a long table sat Meng Nanyan, flanked by high-ranking figures such as elders and city lords from various cities, discussing personnel arrangements.
At this moment, a martial artist dressed in messenger attire entered the hall with an excited expression.
"Report to Meng Zhenchuan, urgent news from the frontline." The person stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said.
"Speak!" Meng Nanyan put down the secret letter in her hand, looking at the visitor.
Everyone else in the room also looked at the visitor, their faces showing a hint of curiosity.
