Tianyun Country, Seven Profound Martial Mansion—
A month had passed since Lin Ming left Tianyun City.
On a winter afternoon, after a light snowfall, the clouds had scattered and the snow had cleared. A bright sun hung high in the sky, slowly melting the accumulated snow and filling the air with a damp chill.
In the northwest corner of the Seven Profound Martial Mansion, Steward Sun Liang, who was in charge of the registration office, was idly flipping through a biographical novel out of sheer boredom.
The work at the Martial Mansion's registration office was incredibly dull. It mainly involved recording the time and location when Martial Mansion Disciples left for training or to carry out missions. If a disciple went missing without reason for too long, the Seven Profound Martial Mansion would launch an investigation. This was all to ensure the safety of the Martial Mansion Disciples.
