Registry Office
Inside, the room was lined with scroll shelves from floor to ceiling, and stacks of documents rested on every table. The smell of old parchment and ink filled the air. At the largest desk, an elderly man sat hunched over a chaotic sea of paperwork, his face buried in a scroll.
"Registry Elder, I've brought a guest," the clerk announced.
Sigh
"How many times do I need to say not to disturb me until I've finished reviewing these—" the man began in a tired tone.
"I know, Elder, but the guest..." the clerk said nervously, casting an apologetic glance at Lin Mu.
"Just who is it that you've—" The elder looked up mid-sentence and froze.
In the very next moment, his demeanor did a complete reversal.
"Ah! Honored Daoist Lin Mu!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet.
"I apologize for disturbing you like this," Lin Mu said politely.
"Ah! There's no disturbance at all. Someone like you would never be turned away!" the elder replied, voice filled with admiration.
