As the presiding officer, Yan Ningshan's expression froze for a moment. Then he quietly stared at Weng Shi.
A faint light seemed to gleam in Yan Ningshan's eyes, and strange auras radiated from him.
The thousands of scholars in the Assembly Hall looked startled. That was the aura of "benevolence and virtue," measuring everyone like a ruler.
Some Grand Academicians hurriedly averted their eyes from Yan Ningshan, while only the Great Scholars continued to stare without blinking.
Weng Shi looked straight into Yan Ningshan's eyes. His purple robe billowed, as though a fierce wind surged beneath it. Golden official seals appeared in his eyes, suppressing the kingdoms.
Yet the instant either man's power spread an inch beyond his body, an invisible force absorbed it.
"Weng Shi, impeaching the Void Sage of our race and the pavilion elder of a hall requires conclusive evidence. This is a grave matter, not child's play. Think it through carefully!" Yan Ningshan's voice seemed to fly out from amid a range of mountains, deep and vast.
The heads of the other five Second Saint Families also raised their heads and looked at Weng Shi together.
Although the Six Second Saint Families had their differences, at this moment they had to advance and retreat together.
Yan Ningshan had nominated Fang Yun as pavilion elder of Bloodmang Hall the day before yesterday, and today Weng Shi and the Miscellaneous School sought to impeach him. This did not merely target Fang Yun; it also called Yan Ningshan into question, and even carried the suspicion of challenging the authority of the Six Second Saint Families.
Under the gazes of the six family heads, sweat poured from Weng Shi. Beads emerged on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye and slowly trickled down. Within a few breaths,