At the imperial military department, a simple-looking car had just come to a stop before Song Zining.

The seventh young master was now a marshal in terms of strength and authority, so his transportation was also fairly grand. Even in the capital, a jeep would lead the way and serve as an escort. There were a total of ten guards assigned to him at all times.

These ten guards weren’t there to defeat enemies as they were far inferior to a divine champion marshal. Their duty was to take a bullet for him at the critical moment, earning him a split second to act.

The motorcade slowly left the capital under Song Zining’s orders and headed toward the suburbs where they entered an elegant courtyard district. The independent compounds here were neatly arranged—they were well-knit but not crowded, and the area was secluded and peaceful. It was definitely a great place.

The entire district was rather quiet. There...