Just as he returned to the Chief Officer's residence of the Inspector, Zhang and Gan arrived, having heard the news—Shen had sent someone to notify them.
"How did it go?" Gan Lin was anxious, grabbing Shen's arm the moment he entered to ask about the result.
"Let's talk inside."
The three hurried into the study. This time, they didn't use teacups to disguise the wine; after all, each had just downed half a jar before, and to drink again would be a bit indecent—besides, the matter at hand took priority.
"I met Master Wushan, told him everything—no problem."
Shen didn't beat around the bush. This was about the guarantee for Zhang Qian and Gan Lin once they left the pass; he knew the two had no mind to joke about this. After he finished speaking, he clearly saw smiles emerging and growing strong on their faces, until they burst into hearty laughter.
