Dusk.
A day of intense selection was declared over.
"Move aside!"
Under the evening glow at the headquarters of the "New Year's Hunt" committee, Tang Jingtiao walked briskly down the corridor with a stern expression.
He tightly clutched the list of qualifiers for the day.
The staff made way for him, surprised as this young talent from the Tang Family stormed through, almost as if breaking through obstacles, straight into Wei Qinglian's office.
Bam!
The crumpled document was slapped down on the desk.
The sound caused the woman in charge, who was bowing her head reading ancient texts, to frown and look up, fixing her gaze on Tang Jingtiao's tense face.
"Mr. Tang, is there something wrong?"
Wei Qinglian was as always, her expression calm, her voice calm.
"I need an explanation!"
Tang Jingtiao almost roared, "Not just me, but also the participants of this year's hunt! Your top-level needs to come forward to explain!"
"Explain what?"
