Before the audit platform, more and more people gathered.
At first, many had come to watch Spirit Hall make a fool of itself.
They wanted to see how Di Yao would explain himself.
They wanted to see whether this Spirit Hall monster, rumored to be almost godlike, would fly into a rage when faced with accusations of "persecuting commoner geniuses."
But after the first chest of account ledgers was read aloud, the discussions quieted considerably.
Because those were not empty words.
They were accounts.
A certain year and month.
A certain merchant caravan.
A certain shipment.
The registered designation.
Its actual destination.
The people who handled it.
Every entry was so detailed that it sent chills down people's backs.
Below the platform, a representative from the Noble Chamber of Commerce finally could not sit still.
He stood, his face ugly, though his voice was loud.
"Who knows whether these ledgers were forged by your Spirit Hall?"
The moment he spoke, people around him immediately joined in.
"That's right! The ledgers are in your hands—you can write whatever you want!"
"Spirit Hall is powerful. Would framing a few chambers of commerce really be difficult?"
Hu Liena's gaze turned cold.
Just as she was about to speak and suppress the crowd, Di Yao had already lifted his eyes toward the chamber representative.
"That is why I invited more than just Spirit Hall members to witness this."
The representative's expression changed slightly.
Di Yao raised a hand.
The second chest of ledgers was opened.
This time, they were not Black Market accounts.
They were the secret accounts of the Seven Treasures Trade Route.
Ning Rongrong stiffened in her seat among the Seven Treasures representatives.
She knew it was time for her to make a choice.
The Deacon on the platform read aloud, "An