Chapter 212: Chapter 150 His Reward

It was cold.

In the barracks, a charcoal fire burned, glowing red.

Yan Buxi, dressed in a deep-sleeved robe, with a caged crown on his head, knelt behind the table in the guest seat, his expression grave and not at all pleasant, for he had been sitting for half a day and Pei Jue had not yet arrived.

This was negligence.

A person of considerable prestige took such matters very seriously.

Pei Jue arrived only after they were seated, his arrival late, his face expressionless as if mixed with the cold air of rain and snow, and once he took his place at the head of the room, it became quiet.

He was silent, and Yan Buxi, having witnessed General Pei's arrogance before, dared not hope for a warm greeting or empty pleasantries.

So he took the initiative to stand up and pay his respects.