The Duke of Lu left in a hurry to report the newly discovered lead to the Divine Emperor.
The monk Du Hai suspended the hearing for the same reason.
The matter involved the Zhongzhou Sect and Prince Jing Xin, so how the investigation should proceed was no longer something those present could decide.
The officials of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices and the Pure Heaven Bureau, along with the representatives of the various sects, left the Court of Imperial Sacrifices one after another.
Sects such as the Great Marsh took some pleasure in their misfortune, while sects such as Kunlun were somewhat worried. More of the smaller sects wished they had never shown up that day.
Zhang Yiai naturally could not leave and was taken into a side room at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices.
Monk Du Hai sat on a rush cushion outside the door, making it clear that he would stand guard in person.
Looking at the daylight streaming through the window, Zhang Yiai thought of many things.
He had left Yunmeng Mountain many years ago, and its scenery and people had become somewhat unfamiliar. By comparison, he was more familiar with the people and affairs of Chaoge City, and more familiar with his identity as Commandant of the Pure Heaven Bureau than with any other.
He was also very familiar with the smell of the tung-oil varnish on the side room's window, which had yet to dry completely.
Every building of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices had been rebuilt atop the ruins. He had personally overseen the work, completing it in just seven days.
The door to the side room was pushed open, and Yue Qianmen walked in.
Zhang Yiai was somewhat surprised. It was only natural that Yue Qianmen would come to see him, but why