Yang Jing paid this no mind, calmly following behind Steward Zheng. Before long, he had arrived with the three of them at the Internal Affairs Hall of Lingxi Peak.
He stepped through the doors of the Internal Affairs Hall.
The few disciples on duty inside the hall all rose and bowed to the three Stewards.
The other two Stewards didn't linger. After a brief word with Steward Zheng, they departed, leaving him to lead Yang Jing toward a room deep within the Internal Affairs Hall.
Upon entering the room, he saw the furnishings weren't luxurious, but the space was exceptionally wide and bright.
Sunlight streamed through the latticed window, casting faint patterns of light and shadow on the floor.
In the center of the room stood a heavy, solid wood table with a smoothly polished, clean top. A wooden chair sat on either side. In the corner were two storage shelves, neatly stacked with scrolls and registers.
