On the second day after Shen Hao sent out the copper rod detailing the situation of the border army, Jiang Chengjiu, far away in the Jingxi Town Governor's Office of the Imperial City, received it. After a brief consideration, he brought the copper rod to the Commander's Office to present it to Pang Ban.
Pang Ban put down the copper rod, rubbed his temples, his face showing a hint of fatigue. Even as a Profound Sea Realm Cultivator, under the current circumstances, prolonged lack of proper rest and a hectic schedule still brought exhaustion. He remained silent for a moment before speaking: "How many reports have we received this month?"
"The eleventh." Jiang Cheng stood respectfully in the Public Office, his head slightly bowed. He could feel Pang Ban's aura growing gloomier these days, so he became even more cautious.
