"Junior Brother Lin! Please open the door!"

Outside, the urging voice of the Disciplinary Hall Deacon rang out again, his tone now laced with impatience and authority.

Lin Changsheng slowly sat up from his recliner. There wasn't a hint of panic on his face, only the distinct languor and helplessness of someone whose plans had been disrupted. He had wanted to enjoy a few more years of this peaceful, idle life, but it seemed even the heavens couldn't stand it anymore and were forcing him to 'get to business'.

"So be it." He sighed softly. "If I can't lie low anymore, then I won't."