Intelligence on the Dharma Appearance Sect in the Western Regions

Yang Yi watched Duan Rong depart, then lowered his head to glance at the resignation memorial in his hand and could not help letting out a sigh.

It was not that he truly wanted to leave. After all these years in the Judgment and Rectification Department, he had long grown attached to it, and here he could put his talents to full use. But seeing his uncle forced out like this, he felt as though a ball of pent-up anger had lodged in his chest.

There was certainly an element of spite in this resignation. He knew he would regret leaving, and that his uncle would surely scold him, but at this juncture, he had no choice but to do it.

Yet Duan Rong's words just now had let out that pent-up anger in his chest.

Yang Yi tucked the resignation memorial into his sleeve and walked out. His state of mind had changed now, and he headed for the dungeons to attend to his work.

After leaving the Judgment and Rectification Department, Duan Rong flew toward Cloud Floating Peak.

Upon reaching Cloud Floating Peak, he swept the area with his divine sense and found Zhu He sitting there, so he went straight into the room.

Zhu He was reviewing memorials when he suddenly caught sight of a figure appearing out of nowhere nearby. Without even raising his head, he guessed it was Duan Rong. As he used a vermilion brush to write his comments on a memorial, he said, "You've come again so soon. What is it this time?"

Duan Rong said, "Master, your disciple is now the Director of the Judgment and Rectification Department. I carefully reviewed the work over there and feel that we are somewhat short-handed."

Duan Rong was exceptionally humble today, calling himself your disciple