The Spearhead Turned Toward the Hall of Knowing

Lin Su and Zhang Haoran arrived beneath the enormous gatehouse. The scholar on the left lowered his gaze. "Who goes there?"

"Lin Su. Zhang Haoran."

Five words, with no official titles and no prefixes. They had come today in their personal capacities, and besides, none of their titles could intimidate White Deer Academy anyway.

"What business do you have?" The scholar seemed not to understand the significance of those two names at all.

"We seek an audience with Elder Ding, head of the Hall of Knowing."

"Do you have a Recommendation Token?" There were two kinds of Recommendation Tokens: invitations issued by the Hall of Knowing itself, and recommendations from elders of the other halls or high-ranking court officials.

"No!"

"Those without Recommendation Tokens may not enter!" The scholar raised his eyes, returning them to the book he had been reading for who knew how many years.

Zhang Haoran's gaze sharpened, and anger rose within him.

No matter what, he was an alumnus of White Deer Academy. He absolutely did not believe that the gatekeeper before him failed to recognize him.

Returning to his alma mater, and he needed some recommendation token?

He had never heard of such a rule. In the past, whenever gatekeepers encountered someone seeking an elder, they would first ask the elder for instructions before deciding whether to admit them.

Today, there had been no inquiry. They had simply been refused entry!

This was neither custom nor rule!

White Deer Academy had clearly devised this specifically against them. That was going too far.

Lin Su's face darkened slightly. "You two, immediately convey one message to the head of the Hall of Knowing. I am giving him a choice: come out personally to welcome Lin Mouren, or wait for Lin Mouren to launch another literary battle against