Ten days later, outside Linchuan Prefecture.
A line of Six Gates constables dressed in black soap-cloth clothes pressed forward with ten prisoner carts, arriving in Linchuan Prefecture in a grand manner.
Outside the city gate of Linchuan Prefecture, wearing a similarly black suit but of a material far superior to that of soap-cloth, Lin Tengyuan watched the procession of black figures coming slowly, his eyes showing an unpredictable expression that made it impossible to see what he was thinking.
As the party arrived at the city gate, Luo Yan and Bu Lengchuan dismounted and clasped their fists towards Lin Tengyuan, "We've met Mr. Lin."
Lin Tengyuan, with a full and amiable smile, also clasped his fists, "Lord Luo, Mr. Bu, you are too courteous, we are all Silver Seal Constables, there is no need for such formalities."
"No dare," Luo Yan hurriedly said, "I am merely a junior, how can I afford to be so disrespectful."