Grand Secretary Office.
Meeting Room.
Not long after Zhou Yi appeared, the core members of the alliance arrived together.
"Greetings, True Lord."
The Grand Secretary bowed in greeting. Initially out of fear for power, now it came from genuine respect.
The reason the Alliance Army was as unstoppable as a bamboo splitter was largely due to the soldiers who bravely sacrificed their lives, but the divination technique was also a tremendous aid.
Every human high official who knew this treated Zhou Yi as if he were a prophet, wishing they could consult him before every battle, at the least to gain foresight about the enemy, or at most to directly behead the scheming beasts behind it all.
Latterly, having heard that the divination method shortens one's lifespan, the army generals respected Zhou Yi even more but seldom came to inquire.
"True Lord Tang, has something significant occurred?"