The hundred-odd people still standing suddenly became conspicuous beyond measure.
"Hahahaha..." The Wu Lord slapped the table and roared with laughter. "A bunch of scholars from the Saint Origin Continent actually wanted to stop the Lord of Bloodmang from becoming a grand secretary of Bloodmang Hall! This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my life."
Wei Huangan sighed. "Fang Yun reasoned with you, and you wouldn't listen; Fang Yun appealed to your feelings, and you wouldn't listen. Now Fang Yun has revealed his identity. Are you going to listen or not?"
The cheeks of those who had stood up to impeach Fang Yun burned. Wei Huangan could not have been more right. When Fang Yun moved them with reason and appealed to their feelings, they opposed the Bloodmang People. Now that Fang Yun had revealed his identity as the Lord of Bloodmang, how could they oppose him?
Even the Sages considered Fang Yun a hot potato. Who would dare try to squeeze him into submission?
Chen Mingding did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Void Sage Fang, why didn't you tell us sooner? You had us worrying all this time."
Tian Songshi chuckled. "It's just as well he didn't. If Fang Yun had told us, how would we have gotten to see the expressions on these hundred-odd pieces of rotten wood? Look at them, still shameless enough to stand there. Sit down, all of you! Impeaching a grand secretary requires a document personally written by the Sages. Just how muddleheaded would the Sages have to be to let you drive away the Lord of Bloodmang?"
"Serves you right!" A blunt-spoken Great Scholar showed them no mercy.
The hundred-odd standing men looked at one another, then silently sat down one after another.
No one remained standing