Time trickled by in the silence.
After about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Nie Xuanfeng finally set down the Vermilion Pen in his hand, closed the reviewed file, and placed it to the side.
The moment he looked up, an invisible yet majestic pressure, as immense as a mountain, suddenly filled the entire inner hall, weighing down heavily on Chen Sheng, who stood respectfully to the side.
At the same time, Nie Xuanfeng's deep and imposing gaze swept over like a flash of cold lightning, followed by a question devoid of any discernible emotion, which boomed in Chen Sheng's ears like a thunderclap:
"Chen Sheng..."
"Sir!"
"The traitor monk from Golden Spring Temple, Shanxin. According to our investigation, he carried an Exotic Treasure. The last place he was seen was in the direction of your Changshan County."
Nie Xuanfeng's tone was placid, but every word carried immense weight. "You've been stationed in Changshan for a long time. Are you... aware of this matter?"
