Under the guidance of the reception attendants, everyone knew that this orientation class was very important. Fang Shihui and Jia Zhaoxian had only just entered Zhaohui Hall when a crowd gathered around them, asking about the results of yesterday's operation. Nearly everyone clustered around the two of them shared the same identity: they were scions of Aristocratic Clans.
"How did it go? Did that Xu fellow get a taste of Second Brother's methods yesterday?" "What do you think? Jia and Brother Fang went out there. Is there anything we can't get done?"
"That Xu fellow is always gloomy, but when Brother Fang and I gave him a righteous scolding, all he could do was shut himself away and reflect on his mistakes."
"What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious? The brat didn't even dare open the door. Come to think of it, I still don't know what he looks like. Does he have three heads and six arms, or is he ten zhang tall with a waist ten zhang around?" "Hahaha..."
Fang Shihui, Jia Zhaoxian, and the others were clearly intent on humiliating Xu Yi as thoroughly as they could. They would have been delighted to stir up an even bigger commotion, so they made no effort to hide their words. Hundreds of newly arrived immortal officials in the hall heard every word. Though they disliked this group's noisy gathering, no one stood up to defend Xu Yi.
Fang Shihui, Jia Zhaoxian, and their crowd chatted animatedly, glancing around from time to time. Class was about to begin, and the futons filling the hall were nearly all occupied, yet no one had come forward. Xu Yi clearly hadn't arrived. After all, if he could even endure this, there'd have to be something seriously wrong with him.
"I could hear you