The candlelight in the main hall of the Xuan'an Bureau sputtered and popped, casting Pi Yanlin's shadow against the mottled brick wall.
He sat in the main seat, with the Reincarnation Correction Record laid open on a pine-wood desk, the dark inscriptions on its cover gleaming coldly in the firelight.
"This register isn't the Book of Life and Death," he tapped the yellowish paper pages with a crooked finger, his voice more lazy than usual, "it's the ledger of how the Holy Monarch Cult tampered with cause and effect over the past three hundred years."
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