Taking Office

Having said this, Qiu Yan flicked his sleeve again. The slight disorder in the room was swept clean by a gust of wind, and Yang She, who had been slumped crookedly to one side, was lifted by an invisible force and laid upon the soft couch in the room—

Those assigned to guard the Book Repository generally had to remain inside for long periods. But Yang She was an Academician Lecturer-in-Attendance, unlike an ordinary guard, and was naturally provided with certain implements for cultivation and recuperation.

Once he landed upon it, Yang She's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. A faint, thin radiance could vaguely be seen upon his face, gentle and enduring.

Then Qiu Yan raised his hand and made a grasping motion through the air. At once, the entire Book Repository trembled slightly, streams of Fortune mist rising up one after another. The bamboo slips that had been stored elsewhere were also released one by one by Qiu Yan, using Han Bian's sins as the key!

Having done all this, he glanced out the window and calculated the time. Without even looking at Han Bian, he turned and left.

The room soon returned to silence. Only Han Bian's occasional miserable cries remained, as though he were enduring unimaginable torture. Amid the roiling black mist of sin around his body, faces burst forth one after another before slowly sinking into his soul!

Han Bian's complexion grew increasingly livid, and sweat began streaming down his forehead. Before long, his robes were soaked through.

"What exquisite torture. That Qiu Yan truly was ruthless and vicious. It looked as though he had spared me, and even if my father questioned him, he would have an explanation ready. But by stirring up the sins upon me like this, every sin seeped into my soul