Inside the circular library.
"We have all seen your performance; your repentant heart is truly sincere. Next time we meet Master Tyson, we will collectively advocate for you and plead on your behalf." The always hunchbacked old scholar stroked his white beard while patting Shalu on the shoulder.
The old scholar's words also prompted nods of agreement from the other scholars around him. Shalu had recently been helping them in the library, organizing documents and compiling the annals of Originheart City, and they were all very satisfied with Shalu's performance.
Moreover, tales of prodigal sons returning are delightful to narrate, and if penned by them, these stories could be written into books, even turned into stage plays to be passed down.
This would be a great boost to their reputations as well.
Therefore, they were all pleased to see Shalu's repentance, even more eagerly so than Shalu himself.
