Wenzhong's Rage

Hearing that Wenzhong was willing to let the matter rest for now, the boulder hanging over Di Xin's heart came crashing down. He let out a long breath.

"Then, Teacher, I shall take my leave first."

Before his words had even faded, Di Xin did not dare linger for even a moment. He turned and fled in near panic.

He knew all too well that Wenzhong's fury was currently raging sky-high. If he remained a moment longer, this unyielding Grand Tutor might truly reach the limits of his endurance and strike him in public.

Inside the hall, Wenzhong clenched the King-Whipping Whip tightly in his fist, veins bulging across his palm as killing intent and rage churned within him.

If Di Xin had not been his disciple, if the rites governing ruler and subject had not bound him, this King-Whipping Whip would already have come down viciously upon Di Xin.

Di Xin hurried out of the great hall and looked up, only to run headlong into Daji approaching from the opposite direction. His heart abruptly tightened, and cold sweat broke out all over him.

"How dare you come here!" he demanded in a low, urgent voice, full of anxiety.

Daji arched her brows, wholly unconcerned. "This consort was merely curious. I wished to see with my own eyes just what three heads and six arms this famed Grand Tutor Wen possesses, to make the entire court fear him so."

"My beloved consort, you are utterly muddleheaded!" Di Xin was both terrified and frantic, his voice filled with panic. "Teacher is righteous and fierce, with no tolerance for even a grain of sand in his eyes. Just now, he berated even me before everyone, leaving me utterly humiliated. If he sees you, then even I absolutely will not be able to