Long Chen stood in silver armor at the top of Grand Xia City’s gates. Thousands of imperial guards were standing behind him with their armor shining brightly.

The path to the gates had been perfectly cleaned, and following the etiquette of receiving a diplomatic delegation, they had an army quietly standing there.

“What’s going on? They’re still not here? It’s been over an incense stick’s worth of time since the scheduled time.” Long Chen frowned.

“Reporting to the Great General, the Grand Han’s people are often late by up to three incense sticks’ worth of time,” said one of the high-ranking officers. He was very familiar with the Grand Han’s style.

“Ah, is that so? Then it’s simple.”

Long Chen was enraged upon hearing this. He disliked people who didn’t know how to be punctual. Did they think they could make him wait? That would be giving them far too much face.

“Alright brothers, we’re taking the rest of the day off. Everyone go back and seal the city gates,” ordered Long Chen. They thought they could be bigger posers than him? He directly ordered the city gates closed.

“Great General…” The other high-ranking...