Early the next morning.
A new building had appeared in the plaza before Shenwu Academy.
It did not occupy much land, and its decor was not particularly lavish. It could even be called simple.
Yet the scholarly air emanating from within caused a subtle resonance within some of the students.
It was not Confucian Talent, but an exceptionally pure clarity of mind.
Simply put, it could calm one's mind and soothe one's emotions.
Of course, compared to the building, more students had their attention fixed on the people.
"Those seem to be the leaders of schools we rarely get to see, right?"
"Gasp, they really are!"
"Why have they all appeared at Shenwu Academy today?"
"Could they be here for a debate?"
"Probably not. The date has not even arrived yet, so what would they debate?"
"Besides, does this look like they came here for a debate?"
"That is true. Anyway, I have never seen so many leaders of the Hundred Schools gathered together."
"Relax. This is not like there have never been exceptions before. There have been years with three debates, so what is the big deal about holding one early?"
"Hey, brother, that was already the previous topic, okay?"
However, just as they were gathered together in discussion, a voice rang out beside their ears.
"Why are you loitering here instead of attending class?"
The voice was familiar enough to send a chill down their spines.
They slowly turned their heads and saw the person they feared most in their daily lives.
Su Ziming!
Dressed in a Confucian Robe, wearing a square cap, and holding a ruler, his expression was stern without seeming rigid.
Even without releasing any aura, his bearing alone was enough to prevent the students before him from meeting his gaze.
This could only mean