As time went by, people trickled in one after another. Their numbers quickly topped fifty, and the entire registration area grew crowded.
As it neared ten o'clock,
a group of men and women in matching uniforms pushed open the door and walked in.
There were three of them: two men and a woman. One was a powerful-looking, middle-aged man with a buzz cut; another was a thin, stern young man; and the third was a cold-faced woman who looked to be around thirty.
"The notaries from the Martial Arts Notary's Office are here," someone murmured.
The noisy atmosphere immediately fell silent. The whole room was hushed.
Chen Shouyi could tell at a glance that they were all martial artists. The leader, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut, was especially striking. His steps were light and soundless, like a lazy leopard on the prowl. Even Chen Shouyi felt a faint sense of pressure from him.
Could he be a Great Martial Artist?
The martial arts ranks included Martial Apprentice, Martial Artist, and Great Martial Artist. Above those were Martial Master and even higher ranks.
But in practice, people from different circles rarely crossed paths. It was already uncommon to meet a Great Martial Artist, let alone a Martial Master.
In small cities like Dongning City and Pingqiu City, even Martial Artists were rarely seen.
Of course, even if ordinary people did encounter one, they wouldn't recognize who they were.
"Director, it's about time. We should be able to go in now, shouldn't we?" The cold-faced woman glanced at the watch on her wrist and asked the middle-aged man with the buzz cut.
He nodded. "Then let's go in."
Everyone stood up at once and followed the Martial Arts Notary staff down a corridor, soon entering a hall behind it.
Inside