Accompanied by the rolling heat outdoors, the clear sunlight streamed into the hall, while two figures walked in one after another, their roles distinct.
The man in a black robe stood directly in front of the desk, while Zhou Chen trailed half a step behind and to the left.
Xu Yuan leaned idly against the chair by the desk, his gaze roaming back and forth over the robed man as his Spiritual Vision discreetly probed him.
For a moment, silence reigned.
Zhou Chen had previously reported this man's negligence, but Xu Yuan hadn't paid it much mind.
Given the situation in Xize State, the Prime Minister's Mansion had limited influence here, and without the support of The Imperial Court's political decrees or parallel institutions like the Tian'an Commerce Assembly, the Black Scale Guards were prone to error if they tried to overreach.
You're clever, but others aren't fools either.
