Jianghai Library.
In a high-level office.
The clamor from outside was incessant, with shouts demanding to see the Sword God's grand disciple echoing from time to time.
At his desk, Li Daoming was hunched over his work, signing library documents.
'I wonder how long this is going to last.'
He murmured, setting down the document he had just signed and picking up the next, still following his usual routine, poised and amiable.
It was as if the shouts from outside didn't affect him at all.
Just then.
CLICK...
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Li Qinghe walked in, holding a book. "Father, you called for me so suddenly. Is something the matter?"
"Come here, Qinghe."
Li Daoming put down his pen, stood up, and picked up the weekly attendance record. "Have you seen Qin Yang recently? Why haven't I seen him at work these past few days?"
"Qin Yang?"
