Zhang Xing finally entered White Vermilion Sash's house with great caution.
Fortunately, although a little dust had settled inside, the room was fully furnished and everything was neatly arranged. It was not the mess he had imagined; apparently, it simply saw little use.
However, his caution, followed by his relief, inevitably made a certain superior's expression grow even uglier.
There was no stirring speech or ceremony, nor anything about the sash representing the honor of the Jing'an Directorate or the will of the roots the Black Tower had sunk into the soil of Great Wei. Inspector Bai simply reached into a basket beneath the table, took out a white sash that had clearly just been delivered, and handed it to Zhang Xing.
Only after Zhang Xing took it did he discover a tiny iron seal hanging from it-this seemed to be the sash's fundamental purpose. It was originally meant to hold an official seal, but since the Patrol Cavalry commonly appeared on patrol and the sash alone sufficed to identify them, the guest had usurped the host.
"Anything you'd like to say?"
After handing the white sash to this subordinate he had known for barely half a year, Inspector Bai probably felt that the occasion was a little lacking himself, and could not help resting a hand on his sword and asking somewhat awkwardly.
"Yes." Zhang Xing accepted the white sash, hung it at his waist, and twisted from side to side to inspect it, answering without hesitation.
Inspector Bai had already been about to leave. After a brief pause, he came to his senses and rallied himself to reply, "Then say it. Nobody's stopping you."
"Inspector." Zhang Xing stood inside with his hands clasped, his bearing sincere and his tone resolute. "What are the requirements for promotion to Black