Situations similar to Leituolei's had also appeared among the other members of the tribunal.
They were, after all, members of the tribunal. Checking their scholar credentials once or twice could still be explained as reviewing prior information, but if it happened too many times, suspicion was inevitable.
And though those "Your Highnesses" were arrogant, they did not have the nerve to join forces with everyone in the tribunal.
The tribunal members capable of receiving contact requests could only be scholars. Yet citizens were not necessarily scholars; they merely represented a portion of them, serving as guides and banners.
But now, something had gone wrong with the information transmitted by the "Your Highnesses," and these scholars could not help wondering whether this was the Great Sage's will.
Coupled with Suo Tesi's earlier words, all the scholars fell silent.
Though the "Your Highnesses" seated above still wore smiles, fear had already filled their hearts.
Their powerful spiritual strength had allowed them to sense that a rift seemed to have formed between themselves and the people below.
This rift was not some supernatural force sealing off the void, nor had anyone done anything in particular. It was merely an instinctive gesture, a subtle shift in their gazes, bringing rejection and isolation.
Like an animal in a herd being pushed out of the pack by its companions.
A Tu below felt something similar, though what he felt differed from those above.
The civilizational nature of this world dictated scholars' exalted status, as well as everyone's tolerance toward them.
A scholar like A Tu, who had been called out for his problems, was willing to accept them, and had stepped down from his seat—within this world, most people considered him someone who could be forgiven, not someone with any grave fault.
Besides, there were still