"You..."
The officers and soldiers blocking the way froze, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Had Wei Huangan killed humans, the Left Prime Minister's faction would certainly have mobilized the power of the capital's Temple of Sages to suppress him. But the private Barbarian Race troops were not human, which made the situation exceedingly delicate.
At least for now, Wei Huangan seemed to have exercised some restraint. Whether he would kill humans next was anyone's guess.
The Metropolitan Graduate general said, "Please wait a moment, everyone. I will send a letter requesting instructions from the Grand Secretariat."
"No need!" With that, Meng Jingye summoned the Commoners Literary Platform and used its power to manifest a translucent bridge over the soldiers' heads. Then he stepped onto it.
Wei Huangan and Chen Jing immediately followed.
"You're making enemies of the Jing Kingdom's court! You're making enemies of the Eastern Sage Pavilion!" The Metropolitan Graduate general's face flushed crimson with anger.
The three ignored him entirely and continued forward, while some of those behind them hurried after them.
More than a thousand people had been barred outside, but only sixty-odd truly dared to step onto the bridge. Without exception, they were either at least Hanlin Academicians in literary rank, members of at least a locally prominent clan, or students of the Sacred Academy. There were even several renowned scholars and venerable elders with proud, unbending backbones. Not one of them could be killed merely because the Left Prime Minister said so.
The soldiers on guard let them proceed toward Spring Garden's main entrance. Only the Metropolitan Graduate general kept secretly sending letters.
As he walked, Wei Huangan said, "I don't know much about the Saint Origin Continent. Could the Zong Family or the Left Prime Minister be behind the Fang Household's