The Hour of the Pig, when night had fully fallen.
The Hall of Meritorious Records was utterly silent, with not even the slightest sound escaping from within.
The busybodies who had gathered to watch the excitement found it dull and gradually dispersed.
Only a few flying chariots remained floating high above, dripping with auspicious qi and radiating a treasured light.
One look was enough to tell they were descendants of the Eight Monarchs, accustomed to extravagant and ostentatious displays.
"He's just picking a scripture. Does it really need to take this long?"
"The three great scriptures aren't even kept in the Hall of Meritorious Records. Don't tell me he's comprehending one on the spot?"
"Who knows what's happening. It's the Ancestral Master's supreme scripture. Even if he gets to look at it, what could he possibly glean from it?"
"True enough. He's just a mere Qi Cultivation practitioner..."
