Elder Gong filed his inquiry the next morning, quiet and procedural, the kind of paperwork that moved slowly through sect channels unless someone with authority decided to push it. Wei Liang learned this from Shen Yue that evening, delivered in the same clipped, efficient tone she used for anything dangerous.
"It's sitting in the records hall right now," she said, sorting herb packets that didn't need sorting, a habit she'd fallen into whenever she needed her hands busy while her mind worked faster than her mouth. "A formal request to re-examine your root assessment. Gong didn't accuse you of anything. He just wrote that your physical condition doesn't match your recorded status, and requested a second testing."
"How long before it's reviewed."
"Could be days. Could be weeks. Depends wh
