The Discipline Inspection Court's conference hall.
The doors were tightly shut.
All three layers of soundproofing and anti-probing formations were activated. Even Divine Sense could not penetrate them.
Chen Wei sat at the head of the table, his expression dark, without saying a word.
Ma Muzhi, Pang Long, Xiao Yan, Chu Feng, Han Li, and Lu Beiwang sat in a row. All six of his closest confidants were present.
Outside, everything was quiet.
But just half an hour earlier, a minor earth god from Southern Jambudvipa had beaten the Grievance Drum loud enough to shake the heavens.
The minor earth god had barely appeared and shouted a couple of sentences before he was ushered into a Private Room in the Censorate's Rear Hall. It truly was a private room, with fine tea and fresh water laid on for him.
Two full squads of Censorate Immortal Officials surrounded him in layers, watching him like hawks.
Absolutely nothing could go wrong. He could not lose so much as a strand of hair.
Chen Wei was not making a mountain out of a molehill. This had come too suddenly and caught him completely off guard.
The minor earth god had come to lodge a complaint.
He accused the Discipline Inspection Court's Immortal Officials of demanding bribes, lining their own pockets, and extorting people while handling cases in the Mortal Realm.
When people serving in the Heavenly Court went down on business and picked up some local specialties or accepted a few small favors along the way, Chen Wei generally paid no attention.
That was a distinctive feature of the Three Realms. It hardly counted as a fault.
But what the Recording Stone on the table had captured was far too serious.
This was not soliciting bribes. This was outright robbery. The images in