Inside the hall, Shi Xin had already taken his seat, while Lin Yan was brewing tea.
Yang Ling had changed into his Iron Clothes official robes. At his waist hung the Official Saber, which increased his Strength by 5 points and was of better quality.
Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes: Health Points +100 Ninth-Rank Official Saber: Strength +5, Attack Power 25
Yang Ling felt a little emotional.
This promotion had brought him tremendous benefits.
First, his Health Points had increased from 210 to 310.
He hadn't expected a mere piece of Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes to increase his Health Points by so much.
"I came here originally because of Wu Que. I didn't expect to find a little surprise, too."
Shi Xin held his teacup and gently blew on it, then took a sip.
"Wu Man was a registered Ninth-rank Martial Artist, as well as a Rong Tribe spy. His death in Qingshan City proves that the Iron Clothes Department's system is strict and that our subordinates haven't been slacking off."
"In any case, that's enough to give our superiors an explanation."
"As for the role Mountain River Sect played in this matter, and where it stands, that's not for you or me to handle."
Yang Ling's thoughts stirred. It seemed Mountain River Sect really did have some influence; they appeared to have settled the matter ahead of time.
He had worried for nothing all this time, afraid Mountain River Sect would be implicated.
"Minister Shi, registered Ninth-rank Martial Artists are..."
Yang Ling looked at Shi Xin, his face full of curiosity.
"You don't know? I suppose not. You don't look like someone from Jianghu."
Shi Xin smiled faintly. "In Zhao State, Rong State, and all the other countries, Martial Artists are divided into ranks.
"There are some differences,