"Oh, Brother Cheng, you've been promoted to official constable?"
Seeing Chen Cheng in a brand-new black City Guard Department uniform, a standard-issue Constable's Saber hanging from his waist, Mu Xiaowan was overjoyed. She hurried forward to get a better look at him.
"Yeah, I just passed the assessment," Chen Cheng said with a smile, his head held high and his chest puffed out.
"Hehe, that's great! This black uniform is so much more impressive than your old gray one."
Mu Xiaowan's face was a radiant smile. As she looked him over, she reached out and pinched the hem of his uniform. "The fabric is much better than the gray uniform's, too.
Brother Cheng, you look much better in this."
Chen Cheng had changed a lot over the past few months.
Initially, he had been thin and wiry, looking utterly ordinary in his gray Prison Guard uniform with the character for "guard" on the back.
