Young Master Feng was determined to pin a crime on him; there was no shortage of excuses. After saying this, he beckoned to the crowd on the west side. "Head Official Tong, why don't you tell us whether what I said makes sense?"
Among the crowd, a red-robed old man awkwardly cupped his fists toward Young Master Feng. He had no choice but to push his way forward. He was the same red-robed elder who had exchanged with Xu Yi on the high platform earlier.
Though he had been assigned by the government to this recruitment area and was in charge of overseeing things, his standing in the prefecture was low. He was nowhere near the rank of a senior official like Feng Ting Shu, who was on the verge of entering the ranks of the gentry.
Now, with Young Master Feng challenging him in public, even though he admired Xu Yi, he couldn't afford to slight Young Master Feng. So he bowed to him. "Sect Master Feng is right. I still have official business to attend to, so I'll take my leave." With that, his old face flushed red as he slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
Though the red-robed elder had left, his casual remark—"Sect Master Feng is right"—was tantamount to passing judgment on the incident. After all, he was a government official and had been in charge of the proceedings.
"Kid, you still dare talk back?"
Young Master Liu sneered.
"I was in the wrong."
Xu Yi cupped his hands slightly.
"Just saying you were wrong isn't enough. What sense is there in admitting fault if you don't get punished? Since you're so wealthy, why not pay a fine in spirit stones? A thousand isn't too much, is it?"
Young Master Feng smiled faintly. A cold glint