"Chairman Ge Angqi, this is no longer just an ordinary mob!" Mitney, who usually wore a smile, now had a face full of seriousness.
In the chairman's office on the second floor of the Constitution Hall, he leaned over the walnut table with three curved legs, his upper body almost over the table.
The copper candlestick on the table flickered as he spoke, casting wavering shadows.
Beneath the marble archway, outside in the corridor, behind a ring of desks against the wall, stood people dressed in monk robes and jackets, in groups of two or three.
Among them were the Hundred Households Captains and Monastic Leaders from near Rapids City, as well as representatives of the public gathered in the city.
They were either whispering to each other or keeping their heads down in silence.
Sitting behind the long table, Advisory Council interim chairman Ge Angqi leaned back in his high-backed chair after hearing Mitney's words.
