A crisp, resounding slap rang out through the main hall of the Court of Judicial Review like a sudden thunderclap!
Time seemed to freeze in that exact moment.
Zhang Xun's brush slipped from his fingers with a sharp clatter, landing on the paper and leaving a sprawling blot of black ink. Lǐ Zhīyí and the other scribes and accountants, who had been toiling away with their heads down, snapped their heads up in sheer terror, their eyes nearly popping from their sockets.
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