Yang Wushang wanted nothing to do with a fool like this. Since it had come to this, he just wanted to get through the formalities quickly and have the idiot dragged out.
Xu Yi said, "I am Lei Chiyan, a roving official. The Underworld Court is unjust! Why was my name not recorded when officials were selected? This is a grave injustice. I've heard that the Scorching Thunder Drum was established by the sages to let people like us seek redress. I have suffered such a grave injustice today. I have no choice but to lodge a complaint."
His words sent the whole hall into an uproar.
Kong Xiang and the others gaped. They truly couldn't fathom how this fool's mind worked—or how he dared to boast so shamelessly.
Several Purple Talisman High Officials seated at Yang Wushang's table couldn't help laughing aloud. There really were people in the world who thought far too highly of themselves.
Yang Wushang was so angry he nearly laughed. Pointing at Xu Yi, he snapped, "Who do you think you are? Do you expect the sun itself to revolve around you? The roster of officials is carefully selected by my Bureau of Officials. Would choosing you make it fair? And not choosing you, unjust?"
Xu Yi said, "Now that I, Lei Mou, am here, who else could take the top spot? Not choosing me is a grave injustice. 'When spring comes, I do not speak first; which little insect dares to make a sound?'"
The hall erupted.
No one had seen that coming. No one had expected this bearded brute to suddenly start reciting poetry.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became utterly ridiculous.
Even Yang Wushang no longer had the strength to lose his temper. Trying to communicate with a brute