Four hours later, inside the Pill Hall, every last disciple had gathered at its entrance. From the Chief Stewards at the top to the servant disciples at the bottom, not a single person was missing. There wasn't even enough room to stand; the crowd spilled out into the plaza beyond.
A sea of people stretched as far as the eye could see.
Chen Che sat in the chief's seat, silently flipping through the register in his hands.
"Everyone's here. Really, everyone is here now. Not a single person is missing."
The young Chief Steward wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He had never imagined that Chen Che would want to see not just the Official Disciples, but even the Outer Sect and servant disciples. It was an immense hassle to gather every single one of them.
It had taken four times longer than the one hour Chen Che had initially allotted to finally gather everyone.
Throughout the entire process, Chen Che had been flipping through the Hall's register.
