Returning from the Imperial Court to White Horse Hall, the distance was not long.
His colleagues within the Hall had grown accustomed to his frequent back-and-forth travels, straddling two positions, and the greetings that came his way had notably decreased.
The looks directed toward Zhao Douan now carried a shade of awe.
Zhao Douan himself hadn't noticed that, having become the Master, commanding a hall and dozens of subordinates, his demeanor had undergone some subtle changes within a few days.
An unintentional glance could even carry a tinge of authority.
Commonly called: the aura of an official.
"Environment changes a person. Isn't it said that classmates from the past life, who were all laughter and jokes at school, turned into completely different people once they donned the police uniform after graduation..."
"Yes, and later, when they put on prison clothes after stepping off their horses, they changed into yet another person..."
