The Iron Clothes Department, Capital of Zhao State.
Yang Ling and his party had traveled faster than Pei Zhiyan and the others.
Zhang Xuanshui of Star Gazing Academy, Chen Quan of the Rong Tribe, and the others were still aboard the ship, being escorted back.
Thus, word of the affair had yet to spread and stir public opinion in the Capital.
Only a very few had received advance word.
"Master Yang!"
The constables and Iron Clothes of the Command Department's Third Branch hurried forward to salute when they saw Yang Ling appear.
Even the Iron Clothes hurrying along with stacks of documents in their arms stopped to salute before returning to their official duties.
The spacious courtyard was busy yet orderly.
There were dozens more courtyards like it in the Capital's Iron Clothes Department.
As they walked, Ji Tianming could not help nodding inwardly.
To keep this place so well managed, whoever was in charge clearly had some ability.
Of the Iron Clothes he saw along the way, ninety percent looked highly capable; only a few were visibly there to pad their credentials.
Just then, a group of masters approached from directly ahead.
Some were from the Anti-Theft Division, others from the Public Security Division.
They seemed to be discussing a case.
"Master Yang!"
Xu Wenjun's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to salute.
Wei Xing, Second Branch Master of the Public Security Division, Third Branch Master Yun Buchuan, and Fourth Branch Master Zhao Xun were all there as well.
They, too, hurried forward.
Seeing Yang Ling looking so radiant, Yun Buchuan was filled with emotion.
In such a short time, a former junior had climbed to a position in the Capital that even he could not reach.
The words "Third Rank" carried great weight.
Yet they rested on