The hour of Yin had passed, and day and night traded places.
Grand Tutor Wen Zhong stood loyally before the hall, playing the role of gatekeeper, manager, and the like. As he gazed at the gleaming King-Beating Golden Whip in his hand, the more he looked, the more miserable he felt.
Grand Tutor Wen Zhong was a three-dynasty veteran. He had been a senior minister since the time of King Zhou's grandfather, guarding the realm of Chaoge and stabilizing the Shang Dynasty Destiny. The former king had appointed him Minister of Guardianship and bestowed upon him the King-Beating Golden Whip. It could strike an Incompetent Ruler above and corrupt ministers below, making him the only person in court capable of restraining King Zhou.
That was how things had originally been.
But now, it no longer worked. The King-Beating Golden Whip burned his hand. Every time Wen Zhong gripped it, he felt like the very image of a disloyal and unfilial wretch.
Letting disloyalty pass for now, he truly was being unfilial. If he swung the whip down, he would be striking his Grandmaster, who was enjoying himself!
The sky gradually brightened, and two streaks of Immortal Light departed together.
Lu Bei stretched as he walked out of the hall, swaying every three steps. He muttered that the demonic woman was terribly demanding and had nearly snapped his old back.
While hitching up his trousers, he ran into Wen Zhong two steps later. He grinned. "Grand Tutor, why are you still here? Was the journey so tiring that you haven't returned home to rest?"
"This subject wouldn't dare."
"What is there to be afraid of? Don't wait next time. If there's military intelligence, just report it directly. You saw it yourself earlier—there was no one else in the room." Lu Bei