When Jiang Yuechu was seated, Lu Jingchun cupped his fists and said, "Inspector Jiang, please sit for a moment. This official needs to check on that old brother's injuries, and I shall be right back."
With that, he turned his head to the side to eye the attendant captain nearby with a fierce gaze, "Serve her well and see that you do not slight our esteemed guest."
The captain felt a chill in his heart and hastily nodded in assent.
As Lu Jingchun's hurried footsteps receded, the atmosphere in the main hall grew somewhat delicate.
Outside the window, the autumn rain pattered; inside, tea fragrance drifted in curls.
Several gazes fell, with varying degrees of concealment, upon the silver-robed young woman.
"Ahem."
A light cough broke the silence.
Zhang Daoxuan's gaze swept over Jiang Yuechu, "This poor Daoist is Zhang Daoxuan of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Greetings, Inspector Jiang."
Jiang Yuechu turned her head slightly, glanced at the young Daoist, and gave a slight nod, "Long-time name."
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Zhang Daoxuan's eyes, though it quickly dissipated, "This poor Daoist stepped into the Ink-Dotting completion at twenty-seven, and I dare say this talent of mine counts as outstanding even across the Great Tang."
"Yet seeing Inspector Jiang today... so young, and already a Silver Robe Inspector..."
He shook his head and sighed, "Truly, there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people."
Before his voice had even faded.
An aura of true qi diffused out from beneath that plain white Daoist robe.
Everyone in the hall was a lieutenant general under Lu Jingchun's command, so they naturally sensed this fluctuation, each observing their noses and hearts while pretending not to notice.
The Little Celestial Master was proud and aloof, and now that he had been outdone by