Li Qingxian set down the Communication Talisman Disc.
Song Yanxue has always been blunt and straightforward, hating evil as fiercely as an enemy. She probably left the Night Guard because she was sick of all the scheming in the Divine Capital. But she didn't want the Patrol Bureau to fall into villainous hands, and there was no other suitable candidate, so she hoped I would step in...
As Li Qingxian pondered this, a Night Guard messenger arrived to report that the Guard Commander would soon convene a meeting in the Directors' Hall and requested his attendance.
Li Qingxian took Zhou Hen and the others with him and headed toward the Directors' Hall.
They kept encountering colleagues along the way. Some joined them, while others trailed behind.
The Night Guard's main gate faced the Night Guard Grand Hall. The side hall to its left was the Directors' Hall, where meetings were usually held.
When Li Qingxian reached the entrance, scenes from the past surfaced in his mind, and he sighed softly.
The doors stood wide open. Red candles hung high inside the hall, and the portrait of Emperor Taining at the far end remained unchanged.
Most of the rosewood grand armchairs, rosewood horseshoe-back chairs, and willowwood folding chairs were empty. Tenth Rank Night Guard officials stood behind and to either side of the chairs.
The people in the hall looked up at him.
Li Qingxian wore purple official robes. The enormous tiger of fortune on his chest gleamed, vivid and lifelike.
The officials seated in red and green robes rose.
"Greetings, Deputy Commander!"
"Greetings, Marquis Li!"
The middle-rank officials offered their greetings one after another, while the lower-rank officials stood with their heads bowed.
Li Qingxian nodded. He first saluted Emperor Taining's portrait, then stepped over the threshold and slowly advanced