The main hall was utterly silent. Every clerk was standing now, staring at the archive door, their faces pale. They had felt nothing, but they had seen the Frozen Sword disciples walk in confidently moments before.
They had heard nothing but a few muffled thumps. And now they saw Lin Tian emerge, untouched, a storage pouch in his hand, while no one else came out.
Clerk Gao looked like he might be sick.
Lin Tian stopped in the center of the hall. He held up the pouch.
"The deep archives will be sealed, effective immediately," he announced, his voice cutting the silence.
"Only myself or those bearing my direct seal may access them. All other records pertaining to the Frozen Sword Faction are to be brought to my new quarters in the Heart of the Peaks by noon. Is that understood?"
No one spoke. No one even nodded.
He let his gaze sweep the room. It wasn't a glare. It was simply an acknowledgment of their presence, and of the new order.
"Good."
