Bi Shui agreed with a smile.
They ended up waiting for a full four hours.
"Next."
A weary voice called from behind the door. First went 567, followed by Bi Shui, until at last, it was Mo Kuang's turn.
'So there's a side door inside. No wonder I haven't seen anyone leave through this one.'
Mo Kuang stepped through the doorway, and his eyes fell upon two men and a cat. A high-ranking official in a formal hat was hunched over a desk, writing with a frantic intensity. For a moment, Mo Kuang felt a sense of deja vu, as if seeing his own shadow from the long nights he spent feverishly copying texts.
