Qi Tairan was a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster, after all, and his rebuke boomed like thunder.
The officials from the various ministries who had arrived with him immediately found their courage and began shouting rebukes.
"Yang Ling, you're a mere martial brute! Instead of catching spies from the Rong Tribe, you come here to cause trouble at the Star-Gazing Academy, a sacred place of learning? Where did you get the nerve?"
An official from the Ministry of Rites shouted angrily.
One of the Star-Gazing Academy's students brightened and whispered to the person beside him:
"That's my father. Yang Ling has angered everyone this time. I doubt he'll get out of this easily."
Most of those who studied at the Star-Gazing Academy had connections and were scions of established clans born and raised in Kyoto.
Now that they saw so many of their elders arriving, they immediately relaxed. They watched Yang Ling with mocking half-smiles, waiting to see how he would extricate himself.
"Director Yang, do you have any idea what sort of place the Star-Gazing Academy is? Aren't you afraid the Star-Gazing Academy Head will submit an impeachment against you when he returns?"
An official from the Ministry of Personnel said sternly:
"You'd best leave at once. Stop making trouble here!"
"If he dares cause trouble at the Star-Gazing Academy today, he'll dare storm the Imperial Academy tomorrow!"
"Such insolence! Does he think this is some rural backwater? This is Kyoto, the capital of the great Zhao Kingdom! How can a mere martial brute be allowed to behave this way?"
Officials from nearly every ministry had arrived. Several Great Confucians who held no official posts had also come upon hearing the news and hurled insults at the two hundred-odd martial artists before them.
As more and more people arrived, the elderly