"Hou Yi, are you certain that all books in the archives are complete? Was there no damage before they were archived?" Yuan Tiangang asked solemnly. He was sure there was something terribly wrong with the "Book of the Other Shore." If the truth was not discerned, it could possibly influence the future of the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty. This was his intuition, the intuition of a top-ranking astrologer.
"Lord, I stake my life that the books archived are complete, with not a word missing. But... why this book is severely damaged, I have no idea!" Hou Yi, looking at the damaged "Book of the Other Shore" with a worried face, knelt and begged, "Lord, I beg you not to punish me. I only collected the ancient books. Any damage to them has nothing to do with me!" He was scared! He was just a minor supervisor. If he was accused of damaging the ancient books, it would not only cost him his job, but he would also have to spend several years in prison.
