Yu Cang Panics

Back then, blood had poured from his mouth like a rushing stream. The pain had made him faint, and he had been thrown out of Misty Pavilion. Fortunately, the cultivators who had escorted him there had saved his life.

When he woke, he found that he had already returned to the Prime Minister's residence—and that he could no longer speak.

The pain caused by the injury in his mouth was beyond anyone else's imagination. Now even drinking water and eating were troublesome for him; it was all too easy to touch the wound, and he needed cultivators to use spells to help him.

Before this, he had not known whether his persuasion had achieved anything, because he had never even met anyone in charge at Misty Pavilion. Invoking Zi Pingxiu's status as Prime Minister of Song Kingdom had only gotten him an audience with a lower-ranking steward, and he had ended up like this. This time, he had personally experienced Misty Pavilion's overbearing arrogance as it looked down upon the world.

Now that he had heard the good news, he could only sigh that he had not lost his tongue for nothing.

Aside from a small number of people in Song Kingdom, no one in the world had expected or realized what Jia Wuqun's trip to Misty Pavilion meant for the balance of power across the land.

At first, Misty Pavilion had not paid much attention to the lists submitted by the various states, nor had it believed that they would dare be perfunctory. It was not until Jia Wuqun appeared that his words truly drew Misty Pavilion's attention to the lists and prompted an investigation. That was why the sect masters of the various sects had later been summoned to Misty Pavilion.

Because Jia Wuqun had pried at such