The crowd in the hall did not have to wait long before the deacon from the Headquarters of the Divine Doctor Sect in the imperial city made his appearance.
Fluttering unsteadily, supported by two beautiful young women, the deacon was draped in a brocade robe, exuding an intoxicating aura of lazy indolence.
He appeared to be around fifty years old, with beady eyes set into a small face, and whiskers that made his visage seem quite comical.
Just as he was crossing the threshold, the deacon stumbled on the doorstep, nearly tumbling to the ground.
Yet no one dared to laugh. The members of the Divine Doctor Sect all rose to greet him, for after all, he was a deacon from the Headquarters of the Divine Doctor Sect in the imperial city, wielding considerable power.
"Honestly, if someone dares to steal the Medical Acupuncture Technique of the Divine Doctor Sect, just arrest them. Why bother dragging me out here?" The deacon was quite impatient and somewhat angry.