"Welcome, Yanshi!"
The disciples of the Celestial Capital Sect stood in rows, saluting in unison.
WHOOSH...
The carriage curtain was drawn back.
A figure, borne aloft by a ghostly creature, floated lightly out of the carriage and landed in the seat of honor that had been prepared.
A Daoist holding a duster and a warrior in heavy armor strode forward to stand behind the newcomer.
"Senior."
Wei Ting, the Chief Constable of the Government Office, cupped his fist in salute.
"I have long heard of Yanshi's great name. It is an honor to finally meet you."
"Captain Wei," Yanshi said, his voice eerie and cold from behind a strange mask, his body cloaked in a black robe.
"Even as far away as the Capital City, I have heard of the names 'Thousand-Handed Poison Vine' and 'Eagle-Eyed Constable.'"
"You're too kind," Wei Ting said with a smile.
"It's nothing worth mentioning."
