"I am Zhang Mo, a judge at the Disciplinary Tribunal of the Judiciary Department."
The old man sat face-to-face with Zheng Zetian, took out a thick dossier, spread it over his lap, held Zheng Zetian's Tao document in one hand, and picked up a wolf hair brush, opened it, and wrote and painted.
"Zheng Zetian, a Ling Clan cultivator named Bai Lu has submitted a petition to the Disciplinary Tribunal, claiming your steed was inappropriate towards her. Her master, Cui Ke, came to her rescue but was killed by you. Is this true?"
Zheng Zetian glanced at the cat, "…Yes."
"Did you kill Cui Ke?"
"Indeed."
Zhang Mo nodded, made a few notes, checked the dossier on his leg, and then looked up to ask,
"Was there an inappropriate act committed?"
Zheng Zetian, "…It probably did not happen."
"Unattempted… did you know the deceased, Cui Ke?"
"I did not know him."
"Who struck first?"
"He threw the magical artifact first."
"At you?"
"At my sheep… the Earth Mole."
