"If everyone had Brother Zhao's insight, why should we worry about petty villains stealing high office in this world? There's still a position for a history clerk under the Earl of the Liao River. If your Zhao clan has any outstanding young talents, would they be willing to take up a post or two?"
Xuan Zi'an said with a smile.
Sun Antong said, "The Zhao clan's young men are all outstanding. My City God's Mansion in Yun City would certainly open its doors wide to such talent."
How could Xuan Zi'an and Sun Antong not know that Zhao Lingwu was taking advantage and asking for more? At a time like this, all they could do was lavish praise on Zhao Lingwu, like a thousand gold pieces offered to buy a horse's bones.
Zhao Lingwu seized the opportunity and immediately secured assistant-official positions for two young men of his clan.
At last, the gathering was fully roused. The crowd seethed with indignation, all of them furiously cursing the Anlu City God. Their hatred surged like the sea, as though the Anlu City God had dug up their ancestors' graves and was the most heinous man in the world.
Seeing that the mood had been whipped up enough, Xuan Zi'an raised his hands to quiet them. "It's excellent that we can stand united against a common enemy, gentlemen. But Xu is, after all, the newly appointed Anlu City God..."
"Wait, Divine Lord Xuan. What did you say the new City God's name was?"
Lu Zhenhai cried out in alarm. A dreadful thought was beginning to surface in his mind. It wasn't just that they shared a surname; their styles of conduct were simply too alike. Only that sort of madman could pull off such a brazen act. The odds of two madmen