The Law Enforcement Hall, a five-story building adorned with carved dragons and exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.
On the second floor of the pavilion, an antique room is filled with scrolls and books, the scent of ink fills the air, serving as the daily office for the steward of the Chores Hall under the Law Enforcement Hall of the Academy.
At this moment, the steward on duty does not resemble a scholar but is a burly middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a wide waist, whose round face and large ears seem out of place in the scholarly environment of the pavilion.
The burly middle-aged man is seated at the desk, earnestly reviewing documents.
"Steward Tan, at Renxin Hall of the Medicine Palace, a disciple is being interrogated in court, do we need to intervene?"
Suddenly, a disciple dressed in black knocks and reports.
"Involving which elite disciple?"
"Recently promoted, Lin Yuan."
"Lin Yuan?" Tan Yi puts down the book, reminiscing briefly.
