After touring the wooden building and seeing off the station manager, Xiang Yang set down his luggage, tidied the room a little, and was just about to begin his daily cultivation when he heard the bell hanging outside the building's door being pulled, its tinkling crisp and clear.
"Hmm? These three have quite decent martial arts. Could they be experts competing for the position of Divine Constable this time?"
Xiang Yang was in the third-floor bedroom of the wooden building. Hearing the sound, he walked to the window, drew aside the bamboo blind, and looked through the window frame at the three people standing by the gate below, making his assessment and guess.
This station stood amid barren hills ten li beyond First Line of Heaven and only received people from the Divine Constable Gate. This area was reserved for Purple Robe Chief Constables and above, so although the three wore ordinary casual clothes, their identities as Purple Robe Chief Constables were beyond doubt.
Purple Robe Chief Constables were among the highest ranks in the Divine Constable Gate, second only to Titled Divine Constables. Their numbers were few, and they were generally busy. Those who could remain at the station at this time were, in all likelihood, contenders for the position of Divine Constable.
"May I ask who you three are?"
Xiang Yang opened the courtyard gate, faced the three distinctly different faces, and asked with a smile.
The three had calm auras and smiling faces, and each carried a brightly colored gift box. They had clearly come in good faith to make friends, not to pick a fight, so Xiang Yang naturally welcomed them with a smile.
Though he did not particularly enjoy dealing with outsiders, he could not bring himself to greet people with a cold face. At