After a hearty meal at the Wanglaiju restaurant, Young Master Qiu, knowing the group were Commanders and Lieutenants here for advanced training at the God-Slaughtering Department headquarters, thoughtfully arranged carriages for them. During the meal, he had seized the opportunity to toast them, establishing a rapport and exchanging name cards to ensure he was a familiar face.
As he personally saw them off into their carriages, one of Qiu’s companions muttered under his breath, "I thought they were Commanders from headquarters. Turns out, they’re just from the provinces."
His voice carried an unavoidable tinge of disdain—a perspective natural to the people of Tianjing, a fixed prejudice forged over three hundred years.
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