The voice just then had come from Situ Zheng's mouth. At this moment, he was sitting upright in the middle seat, clad in a thin gray robe, looking gaunt and exhausted, with droopy eyes and a listless appearance.
On the throne to the left of Situ Zheng, there was another person sitting, a woman with a cold demeanor, appearing to be in her thirties, beautiful but with a somber and intimidating expression that made it hard to look directly at her.
Laughing Tiger Ding Yulong slowly walked up and took his seat to the right of Situ Zheng.
With this, the three giants of the Inspection Hall were gathered together.
Hall Master Situ Zheng, Vice Hall Master Han Qingshuang on the left, and Vice Hall Master Ding Yulong on the right—the highest-ranking officials of the Inspection Hall—had rarely appeared together like this.
Beneath the three giants, a line of Inspection Envoys stood, each clad in a black robe, their presence long and profound, clearly a cut above the usual Inspection Envoys.
