One consequence of the battle in the snow was that the black umbrella had become Cheng Han's signature item.
This was more than just the fame effect of a victor.
It was also an aesthetic concept.
One had to admit that a youth in blue robes holding a black umbrella and walking through the swirling snow made for a truly evocative scene.
The Black Mountain Camp was accustomed to burly men who strode with forceful vigor. Suddenly seeing a graceful youth who seemed to have stepped out of an ink painting was bound to feel refreshing.
The Colonel's Wife's remark, "A youth with a black umbrella looks quite good," was proof enough.
That great beauty could see it; others were not blind, so naturally they could see it too.
The next day.
On his way to Clear Imprint Tower, Cheng Han clearly noticed that many people who spotted the black umbrella from afar would voluntarily move aside.
After he passed by with the umbrella in hand, everyone watched him with respectful attention.
The servants in particular had varying degrees of reverence in their eyes.
The enormous Black Mountain Camp had more than six thousand ordinary people working diligently here.
Although warriors possessed great power, quite a few of them were of poor character, and bullying servants was a common occurrence.
Since Cheng Han had fought fiercely with a squad leader for the sake of standing up for a servant, the matter naturally swept through the servants' circles like a storm.
Before long.
Cheng Han arrived at Clear Imprint Tower.
The steward was exceptionally enthusiastic, completing the registration at top speed and presenting the identification plaque with both hands.
Cheng Han politely said, "Thank you for the trouble." The other man repeatedly replied, "Not at all," his expression carrying a faint