Ballon halted in his tracks, a touch of fear appearing on his face. "You go on your own; I can't stand the Chief Judge's temper."
With a helpless shake of his head, Xuan Ye pressed onward alone towards the small house. When he was about ten meters away, he could clearly sense the fluctuating enormous energy within. A sense of awe filled his heart. With respect, he called out, "Red Robe Priest Xuan Ye requests an audience with the Chief Judge." Although Xuan Ye and the Chief Judge held the same rank within the Holy Church, Xuan Ye's respect for his uncle was no less than for his own father. He wrapped his voice in Light Magic Power and projected it into the room. Suddenly, the room's energy receded. A deep, icy and unemotional voice resonated, "Who allowed you to disturb me? Don't you know I'm meditating?" It almost seemed as though the Chief Judge was unaware of his own nephew standing outside.
