Taiwu City, Bureau of Civil Affairs office.
The administrative structure of this martial holy land was quite interesting. At the top stood Taiwu Pavilion, which oversaw thirteen bureaus—military affairs, city guards, civil affairs, investigations, craftsmanship, agriculture, and more—resembling a small Imperial Court with strict order.
Numerous martial sects and great aristocratic clans were involved as well, making the internal situation incomparably tangled and complex.
After thousands of years, it had also grown bloated and unwieldy.
For instance, when Wang Chen went to the Bureau of Civil Affairs office the next day to register the White Fox, he was told to handle it at a subordinate office. Yet when he arrived there, he was subjected to all manner of inspections and review procedures.
He ran back and forth all morning, yet still failed to complete the paperwork.
By noon, the Bureau of Civil Affairs office had gone on its midday break. He would have to wait another hour before he could continue.
Even with Wang Chen's composure, he nearly burst into curses.
"Hahaha, those little bastards!"
Old Yao laughed in his mind. "After all these years, they're still the same as ever."
This Nascent Soul True Immortal had clearly suffered the same ordeal back in the day.
He told Wang Chen that among the many offices under Taiwu City's thirteen bureaus, the Bureau of Civil Affairs office, which managed civilian affairs, was notorious for being hard to enter, full of sour faces, and impossible to get anything done through.
Outsiders like Wang Chen, with no roots, no backing, no power, and no influence, were especially subject to discrimination.
"You should first register your name on the World Martial Ranking..."
Old Yao advised, "Once you obtain an Innate position, those foul-smelling petty officials won't dare give you trouble."
"We'll see."
Wang Chen