Kyoto, Zhao Kingdom. The Iron Garment Division.
Yang Ling and his party had traveled faster than Pei Zhiyan and the others.
Zhang Xuanshui of the Star-Gazing Academy, Chen Quan of the Rong Tribe, and the others were still aboard the ship, being escorted back.
As such, word of the affair had yet to spread and stir up public discussion in Kyoto.
Only a very small number of people had received advance word.
"Director Yang!"
When the constable captains and Iron Garments of the Command Division's Third Office saw Yang Ling, they hurried forward to pay their respects.
Even the Iron Garments rushing about with great stacks of documents in their arms stopped to salute him before returning to their official duties.
The spacious courtyard was busy, yet orderly.
There were dozens more courtyards like this in Kyoto's Iron Garment Division.
As they walked, Ji Tianming could not help nodding inwardly.
Anyone who could keep this place running so smoothly clearly had some ability.
Ninety percent of the Iron Garments he had seen along the way looked highly capable. Only a handful were visibly there to pad their credentials.
Just then, a group of Directors approached from straight ahead.
Some belonged to the Bandit Suppression Division, others to the Public Security Division.
They seemed to be discussing a case.
"Director Yang!"
Xu Wenjun's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to pay his respects.
Wei Xing, Director of the Public Security Division's Second Office, Yun Buchuan, Director of its Third Office, and Zhao Xun, Director of its Fourth Office, were also present.
They quickly stepped forward as well.
Seeing how radiant Yang Ling looked, Yun Buchuan could not help marveling inwardly.
In so little time, someone who had once been his junior had climbed to a position in Kyoto that even