"Court is now in session!"
The long-bearded old man tapped the Law Hammer and turned his gaze toward the fairies.
"Who will keep the court record?"
A tall fairy said, "I will!"
"Do you know how?" the long-bearded old man asked.
"Of course. I know how to write in 596 different scripts, and I've won awards for 328 of them."
The long-bearded old man nodded. "Very good. Then do you know which rules a court clerk must follow?"
"Of course. I'll report them to you right now."
The tall fairy was prepared. He waved the short stick in his hand.
Bang!
A massive green book, thousands of pages thick, appeared before everyone.
The book floated silently in midair, thicker than any fairy was tall.
The tall fairy cleared his throat, opened the first page of the green book, and read aloud from it:
"Court clerks are primarily responsible for keeping records during trials and handling related auxiliary matters, such as preparing for court, safeguarding evidence, organizing case files, processing documents..."
He droned on and on.
The long-bearded old man yawned, lay down on the table, and prepared to take a nap.
The successive generations of kings cried, "What's going on? Weren't we supposed to put it on trial?"
The long-bearded old man somehow pulled out a brightly colored quilt, covered himself with it, and said, "Our Law Hammer only passes judgment; it doesn't kill. Killing requires another item, but that thing probably can't kill a god this powerful."
The successive generations of kings froze, then couldn't help asking, "Then isn't this trial completely pointless?"
"How could it be pointless?" The long-bearded old man glared at him. "Once the Law Hammer falls, it can't escape or kill anyone. It can only be trapped here."
"Once the battle on Gu Qing Shan's