Over the years, General Ivan had met countless cultivators, both in and out of the battlefield. Some were idiots who only knew the way of the fists, while some were cold and calculative, waiting patiently for the right chance to strike. Some were lazy and climbed through the ranks through flattery and connections, while some were hardworking, highly trained individuals who would make even the most powerful tremble. Some were cowards who wouldn't even think twice about betraying someone, while others were braver than anyone else, who'd gladly welcome death rather than betraying their people.
General Ivan didn't know which one of them would best describe him. But then again, he had never thought about it before. He had always been a workaholic. Most people would consider this a bad thing, but not General Ivan. He had always enjoyed what he did, and he made sure that he spent his life doing what he enjoyed every single second.