Li Yuanping returned to the town center, still seething with anger and frustration, his eyes bloodshot as he entered the Central Hall. All around him was dim, only two dots of light flickering weakly like beans.
Dragging his weary body, he took a seat in the highest position, pulled out a document, but couldn't focus on it no matter how he tried, coughing irritably twice, swallowing the blood in his throat.
Dou Yi bustled in, scurrying up the steps. Li Yuanping said in a low voice,
"Prepare the ink."
Dou Yi diligently ground the ink, and once Li Yuanping waved his hand, he retreated. Li Yuanping picked up the brush and slowly calmed down, thinking carefully for a while.
