Pei Ye had spent his last four hours inside the heavy prison of the Southern Office.
The arriving Temple Registrar and clerks did a lot to him, and more than twenty guards staunchly secured the place.
It wasn't until the next day's early morning, when the sun just started poking out on the eastern horizon, that a case file sealed with the Immortal Platform's stamp was finally delivered to the Three Departments. And as it rose completely above the horizon, a row of horse-drawn carriages carrying prisoners drove out of the Southern Prison.
A stern-faced, middle-aged man wearing a conical bamboo hat sat in front of the sturdiest carriage, a Crane Badge dangling at his waist.
The level of security provided by Immortal Platform for transporting prisoners was far higher than that of the Southern Prison, and this extremely important prisoner indeed required such measures.
What could happen if the security wasn't sufficient had been brutally demonstrated to everyone the previous night.
