Chu Liang returned to Silver Sword Peak and carefully looked through the Shushan code.
There were not many passages concerning Red Cotton Market, and there was only one rule regarding stall fees. If someone sold large goods that occupied a great deal of space and disrupted the market's normal order, they had to pay a ten percent stall fee.
His fruit tea stall merely had a queue in front of it. Clearly, it did not fall under that category.
As for fines, only those who repeatedly refused to pay stall fees after being pressed for payment would have all their income confiscated as a fine.
His actions clearly did not fall under that rule either.
Earlier, he had not understood these regulations and had worried that the other party might seize the chance to provoke a fight, so he had not argued with the Disciplinary Hall disciple. But now that he had returned and looked everything up, it was obvious that everything the other party had done was unreasonable.
After some analysis, Chu Liang confirmed one conclusion.
He had been bullied.
And there was reason to suspect that they had come specifically for him.
So he went to his master's small attic.
He waited for roughly an hour before a streak of fire landed, and Empress Feng returned with a gloomy expression.
She had already been in a bad mood today. Every time the chiefs of all peaks held a meeting, she inevitably ended up arguing with someone. By now, her mood was surely at its absolute worst.
When she saw Chu Liang at a time like this, she found it rather strange. Whenever her temper was foul in the past, this disciple of hers would always be the first to hide far away. Why had he come forward today