Inside the Ring Library.
"We have all seen your conduct. Your heart of repentance is already most sincere. The next time we see Young Master Tisen, we will all speak up on your behalf and plead for leniency." The old pedant, who always stooped his back, stroked his long white beard as he patted Shalu on the shoulder.
The old pedant's words drew repeated nods from the other scholars nearby. Shalu had been helping them organize documents and compile the historical records of Firstheart City in the library lately, and they were all quite satisfied with his performance.
Besides, a prodigal son turning back was such a fine thing. If they were the ones to chronicle it, would they not have another story to write into books, perhaps even adapt into a play, to be passed down through the ages?
It would also greatly elevate their reputations.
Thus, they were all delighted to see Shalu repent—more eager for it, even, than Shalu himself.
Everyone's approval brought a grateful expression to Shalu's face. "Thank you, everyone. Young Master Tisen has actually been very good to me as well. Though he called it punishment, he was really only asking me to reflect on myself. I am also very grateful to Young Master Tisen."
After Shalu spoke, the scholars all voiced their praise. "That you can understand Young Master Tisen's painstaking intentions and know to reflect on yourself already proves your desire to repent. I believe Young Master Tisen will understand you as well."
Shalu nodded gratefully.
Yet when he lowered his gaze, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes. These sour, rotten scholars really were dim-witted, but that was perfect. He could not persuade Tisen, but perhaps these people could.
Even if Tisen still refused to let him go, he could