Yi Feixuan was forty-seven this year. He had joined the Divine Constable Gate at fifteen, starting as the lowest-ranking Wood Badge Constable. He had done that work for a full ten years.
Until he was twenty-five, although Yi Feixuan had earned no small number of merits, his martial cultivation had limited him to the rank of Silver Badge Constable. Compared to Xiang Yang at the same age, the gap between them was no exaggeration even if called the difference between heaven and earth.
In his twenty-sixth year, fortune finally came knocking, and his luck turned.
First, while carrying out a mission, he inherited the martial legacy of an ancient hidden sect. His martial arts then advanced by leaps and bounds, and within a few months, he attained innate martial arts. He was thus automatically promoted to Red Robe Famous Constable, leaping two ranks at once, with both his status and position rising greatly.
Nor was that all. In those days, the Spiritual Energy Flux was weak. To attain innate martial arts at the age of twenty-six could be called the feat of an unparalleled prodigy. Yi Feixuan's reputation soared, and he was transferred to the Divine Constable Gate headquarters at First Line of Heaven, gaining the possibility of attaining the position of Divine Constable.
Today, among Great Zhou's seven Divine Constables, including experts such as the royal Little Lord, Yi Feixuan commanded the greatest power, had the most followers, and wielded the broadest influence. That alone showed his capabilities.
His title, Tiger King, had been bestowed by the previous emperor of Great Zhou. The king of all beasts—at a single roar, all living things prostrated themselves. It described his forcefulness and power. He was also on familiar terms with quite a few high-ranking court officials and possessed extensive connections.
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