Now that someone wanted to pluck the peach, Su Xin wasn't going to show him any courtesy either.
Yin Xiexue had warned Su Xin in advance, so he'd passed the word along to all the prefectural Chief Constables. He hadn't said much else.
But just because Su Xin hadn't said much didn't mean the people below couldn't figure it out.
They could hear the excuse from above: they were afraid Su Xin was overstretched, so they'd sent someone to help. But the people below weren't blind. They knew the situation in Jiangnan Circuit's Six Fan Sect. Who, exactly, was coming to help whom?
Three days later, a Six Fan Sect informant brought word that Inspection Envoy Yin Ji had arrived.
Su Xin had gathered all the prefectural Chief Constables, ready to give this Inspection Envoy a proper "welcome."
Of course, Su Xin wasn't going to pull the sort of intimidation tactic Lei Yuan had used. That would have seemed petty. They were all colleagues in the Six Fan Sect, after all. They had to at least keep up appearances, didn't they?
Less than half an hour later, led by a Six Fan Sect informant, a middle-aged man in the Sect's official uniform entered the hall.
The man looked to be around forty, with a youthful face. Strangely, he wore a pair of silk gloves and had never taken them off.
"Welcome to Jiangnan Circuit, Lord Yin. Everyone, let's show him our hospitality," Su Xin said with a smile as he rose.
The other prefectural Chief Constables stood and cupped their fists in greeting, though their eyes held a hint of amusement.
Yin Ji returned the gesture and said in a mild voice, "You're all too kind. I've come to Jiangnan Circuit to work alongside you, my colleagues. I hope you'll