Daily life of a cultivation judge

Yang Qing's suppositions on the mysteries surrounding Deng Wei were interrupted when the doors to the courtroom were opened.

Because the courtroom was shielded against spiritual sense, almost everyone's attention was captured the moment the doors were opened as they all faced the sdirection.

Walking in was Yu Gen, who despite facing the gazes of six domain experts, didn't seem to falter one bit, as his pace and demeanor remained unchanged as he walked into the courtroom.

The scouldn't be said of those following him though as a few of the cultivators behind him looked agitated, even one unable to contain himself.

"Father, Mother!" yelled one of the cultivators in the procession, who in agitation looked to break away from the group, as he ran to the side where Lin Guiren, his wife, and the Silver Leaf Imperial Household Manager.

Yu Gen looked at Yang Qing, almost as if asking, "Do I stop him?"

Yang Qing shook his head sideways, allowing the agitated cultivator to make a beeline for the Golden Bamboo Pavilion team.

"Duyi'er!"

That cultivator wasn't the only one to react. Cai Hong, reacted the sway the moment that cultivator appeared in the courtroom and grew even more when that cultivator called out.

"Mother?!" the cultivator yelled as he cried into Cai Hong's arms.

Who else could it be other than the young scion of the Golden Bamboo Pavilion, son to one of the founders of the pavilion, Lin Duyi? Only his current look and demeanor were a stark contrast to what he was when he had that altercation with Yang Qing a few months ago.

He no longer had that flair of a noble prince he had back then. That charm and arrogance that made it seem like he could flip the heavens and the earth with one flip of his hand. Where he looked like he could command the wind and the rain with a single word. There was no shred of that person in him now.

He looked more like an animal that had just received the worst beating of its life and the only thing it managed to keep from that beating, was its life. He looked haggard, cloaked in extrfear all around, he was fidgety, and his eyes were bloodshot, no doubt from the fear and anxiety coursing through his body.

When it cto appearance, while his robes still showed he was a person of considerable wealth with how they shimmered with a sense of brilliance and grandeur to them, a testament to the craftsmanship and materials used to create them, but because of how wretched Lin Duyi was, the brilliance of those robes only served to highlight how broken the young scion was. He looked more like a beggar donning imperial garb.

Also for sreason, even though it was impossible for cultivators, especially for one like Lin Duyi who was in the palace realm, it looked like Lin Duyi had lost a little bit of weight. His cheeks and eyes seemed a little bit sunken, along with his chest, which left Yang Qing puzzled.

A palace realm cultivator's body was like a forged monarch-

grade artifact, there was absolutely no way for a cultivator of that realm to lose weight even when they were close to exhausting their lifespan. Even with just a few hours left, their bodies would still maintain the ssturdiness.

The only way for their bodies to change involuntarily was if they were nursing a grievous injury. But as far as Yang Qing knew, other than being imprisoned in a courtyard at the Yellow Plains Branch, no harm befell him. He wasn't tortured in the slightest and the courtyard he was sequestered in was of the squality as Yang Qing's courtyard minus the furnishings Yang Qing put up over the years after he moved in.

By all accounts, it was a decent courtyard. Yang Qing couldn't help but find it puzzling why Lin Duyi looked so. The previous emperor and the branch manager of the Golden Bamboo Pavillion were all held under the sconditions, and they looked okay, unlike Lin Duyi who looked like he had been held in sdungeon in the deepest recess of the earth where there was no sun, no warmth, and all he had for company were ferocious bloodthirsty creatures that looked to tear him apart.

"What did you do to my son?!" Cai Hong fiercely asked, killing intent flashing in her eyes as her domain pressure was released from her body, and the target of it was Yang Qing.

Yang Qing felt like he was plunged into a cold abyss with the piercing chill of death quickly closing in on him. Just as he felt like he was about to be suffocated, the abyss was dispelled by a warm gentle light. With his regained clarity, he saw where the light cfrom when he saw Lei Weiyuan wave his sleeves as his stern gaze fell on Cai Hong.

"I will advise you to remember where you are. This isn't the Golden Bamboo Pavilion or the Silver Leaf Empire or any other place that you can act as you please. Act out of place again and I will personally ensure that you know this is the Order.." Lei Weiyuan said, his expression calm as always, but his tone made one feel like they were facing a silver sword that had the might to pierce through the heavens.

Even Yang Qing was taken aback by Lei Weiyuan's presence. He always knew the old fiend was powerful, but because of the disparity in their cultivation realms, he could never tell by how much. Seeing him in action, even if he didn't do much, Yang Qing felt like he had gotten a small glimpse of it.

Cai Hong's expression quickly turned from fierce to solemn as she retracted her killing intent.

"Please forgive my wife for acting out of turn.."

Lin Guiren broke the silence and the heavy atmosphere as he cupped his fist and bowed slightly in apology.

"We will allow such a thing only once..." said Hou Dehui as his gaze fell on Lin Guiren, Cai Hong, and Liu Guan who just like Cai Hong couldn't help but throw a solemn glance toward Lei Weiyuan.