End of December, 1184.
Tan Yang underwent a major transformation.
Mysterious forces bloodily cleansed several forces in the city, wiped out the secret sect, then quickly retreated, disappearing without a trace.
Only devastation was left behind.
A few days later, at the beginning of January.
The Li family.
Li Ran stood in front of the desk in the study, moving the inkstone screen to one side and unrolling the scroll in his hand.
The scroll was filled with tiny characters.
This was the memorial he was preparing to submit to the court, written over several days, still unfinished...
Looking at the content on the desk, Li Ran sighed softly, lifted his brush, and began to fill in the crucial parts.
"Master..." His wife Zhong Yuran looked at him with some concern.
"Are you really going to do this?"
"Now that Tan Yang is in turmoil, with countless deaths and injuries, I, as the head of the judicial department, if I remain silent, in the future..." Li Ran did not continue.
