“That's the Hall of Beheadings and Executions just up ahead, Junior Brother. It’s the largest organization in the Titan Emperor Collegium, with too many disciples to count. They’re in charge of enforcing all of the countless laws, and they even have freshman students working for them out in the mining planets.”

An enormous structure became visible ahead of them, visibly imposing and pulsing with a killing aura that could cause one's blood to run cold.

As Yang Qi landed in front of the place, he eyed the warding magics that protected it. Immediately, the guards stepped forward.

“Who are you?” one of them shouted. “Which society are you from? How dare you try to enter the Hall of Beheadings and Executions without permission? Tired of living? Or are you here to lodge a petition? If it’s the latter, then step to the side, get on your knees, and pray for three days and three nights. Afterward, you can strike the Drum of Petition to request a hearing.”

The Hall of Beheadings and Executions was a place where students could come to resolve differences or report murders or thefts. If one had the proper connections, one could go right in. If not, the requirement was to pray for three days and nights, then strike the Drum of Petition. Any who tried to skirt...