A commotion swept through the audience. The gloom on Wang Minglun's face vanished in a flash. "I'd heard long ago that Brother Xu lost his father young and didn't receive much education. Seeing you today, it seems the rumors were true. Your mouth really is filthy."
At recent exchanges, the Ming Dao Society had stolen the limelight, while the Southern Academy had lost face. That was an indisputable fact.
It went without saying what the Southern Academy's students thought of Wang Minglun, the instigator, and the South Academy.
Yet not one of them dared to rebuke Wang Minglun to his face. Why? Wasn't it because Wang Minglun held a high position and enjoyed great prestige? Most importantly, he was the first Southern Academy student to earn a Qing Zhang.
According to the Golden Core Society's rules, Wang Minglun naturally stood a cut above the other students.
If a direct confrontation broke out, that single Qing Zhang would be enough to crush anyone, leaving them no room to fight back.
That said, Wang Minglun knew his actions were improper. But as long as no stinging words reached his ears, he could pretend nothing had happened. The benefits he'd pocketed were what mattered.
Someone like Xu Yi, who said such unpleasant things right to his face, was a first.
Xu Yi said, "A dirty mouth is no big deal. Just wash it out. But when someone's heart is dirty, that's a problem. Old Wang, you're a Southern Academy student, yet you're siding with outsiders. Does your mother know?"
Boom!
The audience nearly exploded.
Xu Yi's accusation just now had already been exceedingly brazen, and everyone had been astonished by his audacity. But now, he'd actually named Wang Minglun outright.
In an instant, the hair at Wang Minglun's temples stood on end. He